Back to the Future|| Yoonkook

15

"For fuck's sake! Stop that!" Past Yoongi shouts. He just wanted to take his banana milk from the kitchen back to his (temporary) room when Taehyung popped around from behind the wall and scared him.

So much so, that he had spilt all of the milk on himself.

Taehyung just laughed, "you're face was so funny!" Yoongi walked back into the kitchen so he could clean himself off, Taehyung towing behind.

"It wasn't funny, brat. Your value doesn't even amount to the juice squeezed from an old whore's soiled tampon." Yoongi grumbled and placed a washcloth under the tap.

Taehyung only laughed louder, "what kind of insult is that? I don't even remember you ever using it. God.. soiled tampon. I'm totally using that some time."

Yoongi first dabbed the mess off his face and glared at him. "Please, you can't even say sex without getting all bothered."

Taehyung, despite all of Yoongi's attempts, wasn't afraid of him like he usually is with their Yoongi. This one is just cute in his eyes. A cat trying to be a lion.

"Yes I can!" Taehyung pouted. "S-Sex"

Yoongi snorted and opted fror just ignoring him. He focused at the task at hand, cleaning himself off. Taehyung watched the whole time.

"Why don't you go bug someone else? I'm tired just being in your presence." Taehyung gasped, dramatically. "Are you saying I'm so much of a hassle, that you can't stand to be around me?"

"Exactly."

"I'm gonna put rat poison in your cereal." Taehyung childishly stormed off, probably to Jungkook's to plan some 'evil revenge' for his behavior.

It turned out he was correct, however, he still didn't expect it.

He was out in the living room, mindlessly watching the television. He wasn't exactly paying attention, he was more in tune with his thoughts. The thoughts however, weren't good.

It seems so great here, happy really. It isn't as stressful as he always was. Everything seemed so forced, but here, it came naturally.

None of them fought here, it was rare. Even when they did, they talk it out. I couldn't do that, Yoongi softly chuckled.

Yoongi longed for this in his present. He regretted even joining the group. He was the worst dancer and he was awful at socializing. He felt his neck cramp and head ache.

I wish I had never joined the group. I'm weighing everyone down. I'm not trying hard enough, Hoseok was right. I'm not cut out for this life style. This isn't me.

But then again, what is me?

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Yoongi cried out, placing his hands over his ears, as if it would help.

I'm useless.

I'm not special.

I don't deserve any of this.

A door clicked but Yoongi didn't hear it. Jungkook came out of his room, Taehyung trailing along with bed sheets over their forms. It was a dumb prank but they couldn't think of anything better in a short amount of time.

By the time they reached him, Jungkook, who was in front, stopped. Taehyung was going to ask why they stopped but then he saw. The younger Yoongi's eyes were shut and whimpering. They looked at each other, shocked, and took off the sheets.

"Woah woah woah, what happened? Yoongi?" Taehyung tried to softly shake him but nothing caught his attention. Jungkook was on his knees and biting his lip.