The Neck Pillow Girl

I can't sleep. So I don't

A/N: This is a sort of angsty/ emotional-ish chapter that probably won't be that emotional, but it does mention a few things that many people suffer from, so a small warning then.

Yoongi-kun woke up to the sound of me making breakfast. I hadn't slept at all, I was used to that, but he wasn't. He slid the door to my bedroom open with a groggy face and came to sit at the table. I smiled and told him to wash his face first.
"Here, kimchi rice," I placed the plate in front of him before returning to the counter to wash the dishes. After a short while, he came for more.
"You want more?" I asked, wondering when his appetite had increased so much. He shook his head.
"You need to eat. You haven't eaten have you?" He said, "If you had, you'd have a bit of rice stuck on the corner of your mouth."
I licked my lips self-consciously. I hadn't eaten, I didn't want to, I wasn't hungry. When he saw I wasn't moving, he sighed and added a bit of rice to his plate and began forcefully feeding me. At first, I protested, knowing what the aftermath would be but gave in as I saw his eyebrow twitch... I've known Yoongi-kun since I was four. That means, in the 14 years I have known him, I know not to make him angry... or even annoyed...

I managed to swallow almost all of the food when I took notice of the time. "Oh, crap... I need to go..." He looked at me apologetically, and I smiled back. "I'm sorry... See ya, later kid," I simply waved and walked him to the door, shutting it behind him. Once I knew he was out the front door, I ran to the toilet and hurled what I was holding back. I can't eat. That's why I don't eat that much.

Later, I was walking home since the weather was nice, and I had decided to stop and take some photographs of a . It was quite beautiful and it had given me an idea of a photoshop I could make. I arrived home a little later than intended and found Yoongi-kun lying on the sofa. He was asleep and I tried not to wake him as I took my shoes off. I smiled at nothing in particular and went to get a blanket. Hoping I didn't wake him, I draped it over his sleeping form and went to change into something less work-y.
Once I had done that, I opened up my laptop and plugged the SD card in. Uploading all the photos, I realized that I needed to sort out my files. I sighed and plugged in my headphones before opening a new tab and listening to a playlist on youtube. I didn't notice Yoongi-kun wake up, though, nor did I notice him watching me.
"What are you doing?" He asked randomly, causing me to jump and almost throw my laptop in the air.
"Kya, Yoongi-Kun!" I poked my tongue out at him and he gave me his gummy smile.
"I'm not apologizing, that was priceless!" He grinned as I huffed and returned to the comfortable position I was in. "But seriously, what are you doing?" He asked again.
"Just making some photoshops. I had taken pictures earlier and had gotten an idea," I replied. He nodded in acknowledgment and got up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at one of my . It was filled with a couple of ornament and all the cameras I owned- well most anyways. When I left Daegu, I had left behind the video camera an aunt had given me, and I also gave Yoongi-kun one of my that he really liked.
I hadn't realised the time until he pointed it out. "Are you not going to sleep?" He said, pulling me up and pushing me into my room. The thing is because I've known him for so long, he treats me like a sister. And sometimes, occasionally, VERY RARELY, as a daughter too. This was one of those times when he'd tell me to brush my teeth and go to bed. I did try to say no, but he frowned and dragged me into my bathroom, literally brushing my teeth for me. My muffled protests were ignored as he continued. Then, he tugged my arm and handed me my pyjamas, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me a look that said 'if you aren't going to do it, then I most definitely will'. I groaned and told him to turn around before quickly sneaking out of the bathroom and hiding.
He found me soon enough, though.
"Why won't you sleep? Do you still get nightmares? Should I sleep with you? Or are you nocturnal, like me?" They were questions but they sounded more like commands.
"I can't sleep. That's why I don't," That was my reply before-