For what it's worth || Sope

Stress relief

The following morning brought a quietness doused in peace that was foreign to Yoongi.

He had gotten a bit more sleep than usual, and this refreshed him in a new way that he enjoyed.

His mind was clear in that moment as he finally accepted the dim sunshine that lightly sprouted through the curtains.

He laid there a few minutes, admiring the atmosphere before he felt the stir of someone behind him.

He finally noticed the arm hung over his waist.

He quickly and quietly wigged his way out of the bed and made his way out of the room, grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone.

He attempted grasping the situation as he slipped his oversized clothing back on.

He had a general idea, and he could recall certain things from the night before.

He had a few drinks before even leaving his house for the party, which is what he presumed helped him to not snap so easily towards the careless actions that were performed to him the night before.

He knew he slept with Hoseok, and this caused him to cringe.

He told himself he wouldn't ever let anyone touch him again after what he endured during his childhood and into his teen years.

His mind was already corrupted then, and this would simply send him over the edge if he thought to much about the actions that took place.

Though it was barely anything compared to the horrid circumstances Yoongi once faced, he was still uneasy about it.

He could feel a meltdown sneaking up on him, and he knew he didn't want to be around anyone when it occurred.

He managed his way out of Hoseok's town house, and continued to drive towards his own home where he would feel safer and more enclosed.

Upon arrival he felt himself hyperventilating.

He trotted up to his door, and sloppily made his way inside, locking himself in as he simultaneously tossed his belongings carelessly onto the countertop in his kitchen.

His legs wobbled as he barely made it to his dark, hidden bedroom.

His eyes became dilated as he made the switch between the bright outdoors to his dark home.

He lightly shut his door, the sound of it clicking in place being the only other noise from Yoongi's heavy, uneven breathing.

He slowly made his way to his bed, seeking refuge within his gray comforter that covered his darker gray bed sheet.

The oversized sheet wrinkled in various areas, but didn't dare to come off the edges of the mattress.

Yoongi wrapped himself up in his comforter and sat up against the wall towards the head of his bed.

He sat there a while just thinking, staring out his window as he subconsciously pondered his thoughts.

His eyes were fixed upon the different people that roamed the streets.

Yoongi lives on a busy street with numerous stores tucked into the bases of the buildings.

He thankfully lived in the safest part of the complex in terms of crime rates, and this gave him the view of the street diagonal to his bedroom window.

There were often car accidents he witnessed along this street, among other things.

He had witnessed good things too, though.

He loved watching those who walked their pets.

He had always wanted to buy an animal, but he couldn't never decide what to get and if he would be stable enough to tend to it's needs.