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"tell me something only you know"
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Taehyung didn't believe Yoongi.
It wasn't that he wasn't trustworthy, of course, Yoongi was one of Taehyung's most loyal and honest friends. He could count on his hyung whenever, Yoongi would never lie to him.
Except, maybe, he didn't know his friends all too well.
"I'm going to call Namjoon. You go ahead and get in the shower, I'll join you in a bit." Yoongi had said, waving Taehyung away as he pulled out his phone and head for the door.
The pitiful whimpers Taehyung let out were, thankfully, after Yoongi had closed the door behind him.
Poisonous thoughts started to bloom in his mind again, like they had been waiting for a sign of rain to sprout from their seedlings.
He needs to get away from you.
Taehyung shakes his head, ignoring the voice that hums in his ear. He turns away from the exit and heads for the bathroom, peeling off his wet shirt as he passes the threshold.
Yoongi lied. He doesn't want to put up with your selfishness any longer. He needs to get away from you. He's not coming back. He doesn't need someone as useless as you leeching off him.
No. That's not true, Taehyung tells himself, head light with dizziness. Catching himself on the counter beside him, Taehyung bites his lower lip as his breath starts to pick up in a panic and the voice becomes bolder.
Jeongguk was right.
No. No, that is not true.
Taehyung blinked, forcing his eyes to see that the floor was not spinning.
Jeongguk was right.
The walls were not caving.
Jeongguk was right.
His knees weren't buckling.
Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was rig—
"Taehyung!"
With an pitful sob, Taehyung watches the floor quickly get closer to his face. Yet, the movement stops as something strong pulls him up from behind.
Yoongi curses behind him, hands scrambling to find purchase on Taehyung's naked torso before they hook beneath his armpits.
Gently, he sets the younger on the floor, watching his body wrack with sobs.
He runs his fingers through his unkempt hair, sighing hopelessly. "Taeh—" He starts to say, but his perceptive ears catch a faint voice.
"Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was right. Jeongguk was right." Taehyung starts to rock back and forth, head shaking in denial. Yet he keeps repeating the same words.
