Oops?

Everybody Makes Mistakes :

Yoongi woke up to his phone ringing non stop and his head pounding like crazy. Literally, it feels like someone is taking a sledgehammer and knocking on the walls of his skull and that annoying ringing isn't helping any at all. He reaches over, trying to find it with his eyes sealed shut, but he ends up falling off his studio couch onto the cold tile floor... butt naked might he add.

He frowns, groaning as he sits up slowly and winces at the pain in his ass and back. Whoever he had over last night, and he doesn't remember who just yet, but he's going to fucking kill them. He stands-slowly might he add- with a few groans and moans of pain. After reclothing himself, he makes his way out of the studio and back to the house where the six other men are probably either sleeping still or eating breakfast. When he walks in the door, there stood Seokjin with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed, "You could've called and said where you were."

"I told you I was going to the studio," Yoongi mutters, walking in slowly as he rubs his temples, "My head hurts, can we not argue right now?"

"I was worried sick about you," Seokjin rolls his eyes, huffing, "What was even Namjoon's problem? He walked in smelling like alcohol and sweat last night. He of course came home, where as you didn't," Seokjin arches an eyebrow, following the younger and sits beside him when he sits on the couch in the living room, "And, left in a hurry this morning."

Yoongi stops and stares at the coffee table. Namjoon coming home? Sweat. Alcohol. Leaving in a rush this morning. Holy shit, the dude fucked and ran on me!!

"That mother fucker!!" Yoongi shouts, standing and walking away as fast as his achey back would let him to his room.

Seokjin jumps, his eyes widen at the very loud sound this early in the morning. He hears the door slam shut and soon metal music blaring through the whole house. A door opens, Jimin walking down the stairs rubbing his eyes, "Who made Yoongi-Hyung mad?"

"Oh kiddo," Seokjin pulls him on his lap, stroking the sleepy boy's head, "It's complicated."

"Want me to talk to him?" Jimin mumbles, standing.

"No, let's give him some space. He may need it for a bit."

Another member enters the kitchen groaning, "Seriously? Who made him pissed off, he interrupted my phone call with Hyunjung."

"I'm sorry Hoseok," Seokjin pats his back and smiling kindly, "Yoongi just needs a break from everyone for a bit."

"Why can't he go to his studio?" Taehyung whines, walking in and leaning against the oldest man in the room. Jimin rubs his back, enjoying the look of sleepiness on Taehyung's face.

"He just got back from there," Seokjin's face turns hard as he thought about Namjoon's abrupt leaving and Yoongi's outburst, "And Namjoon has something to do with it as well."

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It's been almost a month, and Namjoon and Yoongi won't speak to one another. Yoongi mainly because he's pissed. Namjoon? He's trying to give Yoongi the space to think. But really, the pot keeps getting stirred and stirred as Yoongi grew angrier and angrier for Namjoon not explaining himself. Until finally, the pot boiled over.

Namjoon walks out on the patio, seeing Yoongi lighting a small joint and taking a puff. He sits beside the older, turning to face him, "I'm sorry."

"For what," Yoongi mutters, taking another puff and letting out slowly through his nose. Lately, his anxiety has gotten worse and nothing but weed and sleep helps him anymore.

"For fucking and running."

Yoongi stands, takes one more puff of the joint, and before Namjoon was prepared Yoongi punches him square in the cheek. Namjoon flung off the chair, hitting the ground with a loud thud and groaning loudly, "I deserved that."