As they finished their ice cream, Yoongi had realized it was Monday, the day he started work.
Yoongi was a fast eater, and on top of that he had gotten the smaller ice cream size.
The rising worry about his hours and who would watch his pets.
He had no close neighbors that he could trust.
Another factor was that all his friends worked too, and he did in fact have a death note carelessly written and displayed in his home.
He sighed, which was taken into notice by Jungkook.
"Hyung, what's up?"
Yoongi shook his head, dodging the question.
"You have work in 15, I'll drive you."
"You.. didn't answer my question."
"Yes or no? Cause I can also just bring you back to your car."
"Hyung don't dodge me."
"I can drive your car to you later and just walk home, it's no trouble."
"Min Yoongi."
"What?"
"Why are you so down?"
"I'm not."
"You're lying."
"Believe me."
"Why..?"
"Because."
Yoongi sat up from his chair, and made his way out of the small booth.
He headed for the front door.
Jungkook finished up, quickly.
He cleaned up the mess he made and followed Yoongi out to the car.
He got out to the car, meeting Yoongi as he leaned against the driver side door.
Jungkook calmly approached him.
"I can't let this just 'blow' over. Please explain yourself."
"I haven't committed a crime. Lay off."
"Min Yoongi I'm concerned for your wellbeing."
"Why?"
"You know exactly why, tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing is wrong."
"I know for a fact something is wrong, that in itself is wrong because nothing is perfect."
"Jesus fucking Christ, WHY CANT ANY OF YOU BELIEVE ME?!"
Yoongi was visibly angered, not just being in his annoyed state.
"Maybe it's because NONE OF YOU fucking let me say what I can say. Dont ask if I'm fine when you know the FUCKING ANSWER!"
Jungkook sighed, not enjoying the yelling session Yoongi was having.
He tried to keep eye contact, not acknowledging the stares they received.
"I just don't fucking get it. You think something is wrong, THEN ASK ME IF IM OK WITH SHARING IT!! Don't you fucking DARE ask if everything is alright. I can't take that shit."
"Yoongi please let us help you.."
"FUCK OFF!"
Yoongi crumbles inside at the sight of the teary eyed Maknae.
His heart ached as he swung the car door open and got inside.
He locked the car, turned the key, and sped off.
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For what it's worth || Sope
Fanfiction"You are worthy. Your problem is that nobody hates you more than you do." He refused help until he met the sun. Smut. (Idk if you guys consider it good or bad)
