Stay With Me

Look Here

Yoongi's POV

I'd like to think that I have a talent for seeing people as they truly are. Nine times out of ten, I can pry past the members' masks, all the while keeping my own on. I take pride in this in some ways, but in other ways, it only adds extra burden to my heavy shoulders. Some cases are harder to approach than others. I guess you could say that it depends on the person, but it depends on the situation as well. Right now would probably be one of those times- the hard times.

I, just like anyone else in BTS, can see that there's something wrong with Taehyung. He's always been rather secretive when it comes to the things that upset him. Unlike the others, this time I actually know why Taehyung is acting this way. That's what makes it so difficult. I have to talk to him, because honestly, who else will?

If only I wasn't so awkward about these types of things, I would have talked to him already. Unfortunately, I'm not really the type of person that can just march up to someone and be like, "I know why you're upset. Tell me everything." No. Personally, I'd hate it if anyone did that to me, so why would I do that to Taehyung?

Right now, finally, I'm prepared to end this waiting game. I'm finally growing the balls to reach out to him. Or, at least, I'm trying to. 

Come on Yoongi, get it together. Taehyung needs you right now, you've waited long enough. Just fucking do it.

Knowing fully well that Taehyung wouldn't want to talk in some place obvious, I retreated to the safest place I know: my studio. I left as soon as practice ended, and since then, all I've been doing is trying to figure out how to get him to come here. I realize that it may make him a little claustrophobic, being enclosed by four tall walls, but at least here he won't have to worry about anyone listening or anything. That is, if I can actually make him talk.

Taking a deep breath, I lean back in my swivel chair and close my eyes. How hard can it be to send a simple text message? He's my band mate, a friend for fuck's sake, why am I making it so difficult?

Exhausted, I take a moment to simply look around my studio, letting my own space comfort me. It really isn't much. It may not be as organized or fancy as Namjoon's studio, but it's where I'm most comfortable. The few decorations (mostly figurines and cool-looking speakers if you consider those decorations) that I have boost my ego, their own personal stories shouting down at me. It really is nice, to own your own space. I don't even use my bedroom that often. I mean, a room's nice too, but I just prefer to sleep there. Plus there's more chance of being disturbed, with all of the members hovering around, ready for the chance to pounce. I love them, but sometimes it's just too much.

Feeling like my chest is just a little lighter after dwelling in my own little therapy session, I reach for my phone. I know that the feeling won't last long, so I need to tackle it now, before I lose it. Ignoring the fact that my hands are shaking (like they always do), I swipe the screen until I stumble upon Taehyung's name. I debate over whether I should call him or text him for a moment or two, but merely thinking about personally talking over the phone starts to stir up the unease in my chest. No, no. Let's not be embarrassing. It's better to text. Much better to text.

Taehyung-ah, can you come to my studio for a while?

That should do it right? He's not too awkward or anything?

Whatever. Stop dwelling on it, just hit send.

I hit send. 

Good job, Yoongi. I deserve a pat on the back. Not only did I do the right thing, but I got over my fear. Who knew I had it in me.

Okay, I need to stop. Sarcasm isn't going to make it better. It'd make life a lot simpler if it did, though.

Drowning in my own mind, I'm forcibly pulled out by the vibration rubbing against my hand. Oh. I got a reply. That's a good thing, right?