Nothing Left For You (Vminkook)

8

Yoongi

The front door opens and Hoseok stumbles in looking terrible.

    "Where were~" I start only to be cut off.

    "I'm hungover and I really don't feel like answering questions right now." He says walking, well limping, past me.

    "I'll bring you some tea." I say already heading to the kitchen.

Hoseok had a habit of going out and getting drunk, which was mostly followed by sex.

I know he only gets like this when something is bothering and it worries me that he's handling his problems like this.

It's not gonna work for him in the long run.

What if he gets a serious job in the future? He can't blow off steam by getting wasted then come into work hungover could he?

I hated lecturing him because it made me feel like I was being suffocating so I just let him be.

He'll realize soon that he can't always fix his problems this way.

I fix his tea and carry it to his room where he lays spiraled across his bed.

    "Here you go Hobi." I say placing the steaming cup down.

    "You're too kind." He says straining as he sits up.

    "If you're gonna go out like that you could at least tell me, I was worried." I say crossing my arms.

    "Why would you worry?" He asks grabbing the cup and blowing at the steam.

    "Because you're my friend and I wanna make sure you're alright. I waited up in case you forgot your key again. And you know I hate waiting up."

   "Then you shouldn't have. I'm not your responsibility so..." Hoseok says with a huff and a slight eye roll.

     "Is something bothering you?" I ask cocking my eyebrow.

     "Can you just leave me alone for a while. I don't feel good." He says setting the cup down and laying down, his back facing me.

I sigh dropping my arms to my sides. "If there is something bothering you, you can tell me anytime you're ready. I'll be here. Get some rest and feel better soon."

He doesn't respond and I don't expect him to so I turn to leave.

    "Thank you Yoongi."

I smile a little before continuing out of the room.

I hope he opens up soon, I'm getting tired of trying to guess what's wrong.

I'm his friend, he should be able to tell me anything.

Right?

-

Taehyung

I force the smile from my lips as I watch Jimin smiles happily as the waves reach his bare feet, snapping a picture with the Polaroid camera he brought with him.

I look away from him and stare off into the distance as a wave of guilt washes over me.

I don't deserve to see him smile that beautiful eye smile that I used to love so much, I still do, but it's a different kind of love. The kind of love you feel for a friend, or a brother even.

I don't deserve to have him love me whole heartedly when I couldn't provide him with the love and compassion I'm supposed to.