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[57]

[Yoongi]

"FUCK!" I screamed loudly as the wooden tower fell over, signaling my utter defeat, "I hate myself. Life is shit."

Hoseok just laughed and laughed like he actually had something to laugh about, "YOU'RE GONNA BE FUCKED!! LITERALLY!"

I sighed angrily and shook my head, "No, I'm not doing it."

A pout formed on Hoseok's face, his dimples dipping deep into his cheeks, "Pwease? We even played a fair game of Jenga for it."

I shook my head and crossed my arms stubbornly, "I'm a fucking God at Jenga, there's no way I lost."

He just smirked and leaned in closer to me, "Well, ya did. So guess what, you're finna have a big ole penis inside you."

I raised an eyebrow at his words, "Was that supposed to turn me on or something?"

He sighed and laid on the floor, his legs and arms making a large X, "Nah, it was mainly for me."

I hummed in response and laid next to him, the carpet under me tickling my ears and neck softly, "Yeah I think the mood went away when you pulled out that Jenga box."

He propped his elbows under him and looked down at me with an offended expression, "Well, I find Jenga extremely sexy."

I rolled my eyes but I still laughed at his extremely weird wooden block fetish, "Yeah, sure,"

He laid back down and we just stared at the ceiling with little prickly things on it, trying to make shapes and images from the oddly placed ceiling popcorn.

"So we're not gonna do it?" He asked, a hopeful tone to his voice.

I sighed softly and shook my head even if he couldn't see it, "Nah, not today, babe."

He hummed in response, knowing that our first time actually 'getting it on' with each other should be purposeful and intimate, not just because we were just simply horny.

"I love you though," I reassured with a light tone to my voice, finding plenty of tiny little shapes in the ceiling.

"I love you too."

[nine hours later]

My eye twitched when I could hear something whining, like a small baby. But I continued to fall asleep, only to be awoken by that same whiny sound.

My eyes slowly opened but it was pitch black. For a minute, I just laid there in the dark, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Once I could make out where I was, Hoseok's room, I felt around the bed only to feel the cold fabric around me.

It's cold. Where's Hobi?

I sat up on the side of the bed, letting my head actually wake up. I reached out for my phone that was laying on the night stand.

4 am.

I set my phone back down on the bed and stood up, following the small crying noises. The closer I got, the more the voice sounded familiar and the faster my steps became. The carpet that was tickling my toes earlier now feels like knives under me. Light came from under the bathroom door, and so did the cries.

"Hobi.." I called lowly once my hand was about to twist the doorknob but a scream erupted from inside and I immediately let go.

"GO AWAY!" He screamed, his voice hoarse and scream hollow.

It worried me, but I continued to just stare at the doorknob, because if I barge in, I could cause him to have a panic attack. I put a hand on the wooden door, wanting to hold his crying body and protect him from his bad dreams, "It's okay, Hobi, everything's gonna be okay."

His sobs and hiccups broke my heart completely, "NO!"

My fingers clenched up into a fist, angry that I couldn't help him deal with this at all, "I promise, Hobi, it's all gonna be okay."

A loud 'bam' sounded from inside the bathroom and my heart jumped at the sound, "NO! IT'S NOT! IT'S NEVER GONNA BE OKAY!"

The whole house was quiet except his sorrowful sobs and cries, "Hobi, I'm coming in."

He sniffed and cried out small words, and I could tell that he was shaking his head at my actions, but I have to. I have to. My hand twisted the doorknob and I opened the door slowly, not wanting to scare him more than he already is.

"Hobi?" Once the door was all the way open, my eyes widened at the horrific sight.

There were crushed pills all over the floor, creating a flurry of colors all over the floor and a huge hole in the wall, explaining the loud 'bam' from earlier. And Hobi.

Hoseok was sitting in the bathtub, his arms wrapped around his shins and his forehead resting on his kneecaps, "Leave me alone, Yoonie.. it'll go away in an hour or two.."

I just stared at his trembling body with doubt, knowing that this isn't something that just "goes away". I walked to the bathtub, crumbled pills and it's pastel colors all over the bottoms of my feet, but that was the last of my worries.

I stepped into the bathtub and even if there wasn't a lot of room, I managed to squeeze myself right in front of Hoseok.

"Please, Yoonie.. I don't want you to see me right now.." his voice was breaking continuously and I could tell he was crying by his shaking body.

I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in circular motions, "You're going to be fine,"

He shook his head into his knees, "No, I'm not Yoonie,"

I clenched my jaw at my failed persuasion, "Everything's gonna be okay, babe,"

He lifted his head and I saw his puffy eyes and red cheeks, his eyebrows at an angry angle, "Why do you keep saying that!? Nothing is going to be okay! You don't understand!"

I was surprised at how angry he was at my attempt to comfort him and my face twisted up embarrassingly, but I hid it with a look of anger, "Then explain it to me! Huh? Explain!"

He was taken aback at my outburst and he dug his head into his knees again, guilt almost immediately setting deep in my stomach. My eyes softened, "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to—"

"It's like I've got a gun in my mouth with someone's finger on the trigger," he interrupted me, "and you're telling me that the gun's not there."
 
[author's notes]

Damn. I'm in love with seesaw.

That stuff got me in my feelings for real.

:,)

I love it.