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(#18) "Small Talk"

*Stacy POV*

"I think Yoongi's not eating."

Yoongi's not eating...

Not. Eating.

WHAT?!

AS IN STARVING HIMSELF?!

I literally resisted the urge to facepalm and go check on him myself.

That explains why he always looks so pale most of the time, almost like a stick figure...

I didn't say anything about it though. Since I didn't feel like interfering with anything, I just stayed quiet with Alicia also looking pretty uncomfortable and concerned.

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*Taehyung POV*

As I walked up the stairs to Yoongi's room, I started to hear little bits of conversation coming from it as I paused and decided to listen. NOT eavesdrop.

 l i s t e n. 

"Yoongi, come on we went over this!"

I raised an eyebrow, hearing Namjoon yell. He wasn't a yelling type so I found it kinda weird hearing his voice raised. But yet again, this was Yoongi he was dealing with. 

"Y-You know I cant Namjoon...I just can't."

"Why not?"

Then there was a fist slam on something hard, which made me jump.

"I. Just. Can't." I heard a growl as he continued. "So just tell Jin and the others that I will not be coming down to eat."

Then all was heard was a door slam as Namjoon came out looking pretty miserable. But that's when he spotted me and looked even more hurt. He sighed.

"He's all yours."

I then gave him an apologetic pat on the shoulder as he walked past me. I sighed telling myself that I could do this.

"You can do this Taehyung. He's just your hyung...what's the worst that can happen?"

Lots of things.

"Thanks." I snorted before reaching Yoongis door. I took a deep breath before going in.

"Yeah, what's the worse that can happen?"

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As I walked in all I saw was darkness. Just plain darkness. Well, except the little light that was coming from the blinds, that were half-lidded. The moon must've been really bright if it was reflecting light into his room, but besides that, it was just dark.

I then suddenly spotted a lump underneath the covers of Yoongi's bed. I softly smiled at that as I came closer to the slumped body. That's when I slowly sat down making the bed creak and the foam sink.

"Hyung?" I said gently as I hesitantly raised my hand to place on his back (or what I thought was his back).

"What do you want?" He grumbled underneath the sheets as I took another deep breath.

"C-Can you please come down to eat hyung? Please..."

"No."

"But-"

That's when Yoongi came out of from under the covers with an annoyed expression. "No! I said no and that's final, no more discussing this!" Then he pulled the covers over his head again and buried himself back in his bed.