For You

* Chapter Twenty

It had been nearly two weeks since Yoongi had last spoken to Hoseok. Not a single message came from him.

You can't say Yoongi didn't try. He truly did. He messaged Hoseok a few times a day, nothing over the top or spam. He usually said, 'Hey Seokseok.' or 'Take care of yourself.' Sometimes even 'did I do something wrong?' Not once did Hoseok reply, only read them. Although, Yoongi could swear he saw the three little dots bouncing in the corner, signalling that Hoseok was typing at one point. Yet, no message came through.

To keep his mind off the Hoseok dilemma, Yoongi worked overtime. He spent extra hours at work (whether it was by his request or Jonghyun's) to keep his mind away from Hoseok. He picked up late night shifts, well past closing time to clean up and early morning shifts to help open. Jonghyun didn't always pay him (he should've but Yoongi understood it was some sort of punishment). He worked himself to the brink of exhaustion. To the point where the moment his head hit the pillow, he'd be out like a light. He didn't care. Whatever worked to keep his mind off Hoseok. Every time he let his thoughts stray to that forbidden patch, his heart would clench in his chest. It was too painful.

Yoongi had tried his hardest to keep it hidden from his roommates as well. Thankfully Taehyung was too wrapped up in Jungkook and his own problems to notice Yoongi.

Jin knew that something was wrong. He'd been the first one to notice the sudden yet small shift in Yoongi's behaviour and actions. He'd spotted the fake smiles and constant blank look on his face. The way his shoulders drooped, the way his face would brighten for a split second every time his phone rung, only to break apart just as quick. At first, he didn't question it. He thought Yoongi would get over it within a few days.

Jin stayed quiet on the matter, just keeping a close eye on the younger male. The only reason he'd interfered was because Yoongi had almost passed out standing up. The younger male had started swaying on his feet before his eyes closed and the next thing Jin knew, he was reaching out to catch Yoongi. He'd sighed and carried the younger to his bed, ignoring his protests. The moment Yoongi was tucked into bed, he'd fallen asleep, light snores falling past his lips. Jin cursed himself for being so stupid.

Furrowed eyebrows, he took another glance at his roommate, confused. What was wrong with him? Why was he looking for extra work? Yoongi had dropped a lot of weight too. He looked sick and skinnier than before. Faint worry lines creased his forehead and every so often, his lips would turn into a frown. What's going on, Yoongi? His first thought was Yoongi's phone. He kept everything on it so surely, there'd be a hint as to what was wrong. Surely enough, the moment he'd opened Hoseok's tab, it all clicked. Hoseok's fucked him over. A part of him was angry. He couldn't believe that Hoseok, the boy that Yoongi thought the world of, the boy who was supposedly the nicest person they'd ever meet, the boy with the sunshine smile had abandoned Yoongi. Another part of him was just confused, surely there was more to this, right? He'd read through a few of the messages before the guilt completely consumed him and he shut Yoongi's phone off. With a small shake of his head, Jin placed Yoongi's phone back on the night stand and backed out of the room, already dialling Jonghyun's number.

'What do you want, Jin?' Jonghyun snapped, clearly annoyed. Jin could only throw up two guesses as to why: Yoongi hadn't shown up to work or because Jin was calling him again.

'Yoongi can't come into work for a few days.' Jin chewed on his lip, waiting for the outrageous cry that was sure to follow his words. Yet, all he got was a sigh in response.

'I had a feeling that's why you were calling. Is he okay?' Jin picked up the sudden shift in Jonghyun's attitude. Suddenly, he was concerned for Yoongi.

'Well, he almost passed out in the kitchen twenty minutes ago.' Jin didn't miss the small, almost inaudible gasp from the other side.

'Shit.'