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[Yoongi]

Sniffling, my eyes slowly fluttered open due to the slow, passionate speaking of a woman. I couldn't comprehend her words since it was in another language and my brain was too lazy to try and decipher the words. I looked around to see that I was sitting on top of a piano in Jin's bar. I squinted my eyes as I rubbed my temple, a strong headache taking over my subconscious, "Holy crap,"

I pushed myself off of the piano, slowly rubbing the keys apologetically.

"Jin?" I called out in a low voice, my voice reverting back even louder into my head.

"I'm in the back," he replied with a cheery, bubbly voice. I walked a little bit towards where he said he was to see him happily scrubbing a beer mug with a soapy rag. His head bopped to every word that oozed from the Bluetooth radio that was beside the sink, "You know H.E.R.?"

I blinked, "Who?"

"H.E.R."

"Who is her?"

He chuckled and began washing the soapy suds off of the mug, "The singer of this song,"

I shook my head and leaned on the counter, watching his every calculated move.

"Well I love her," he smiled, "she's so wholesome,"

I hummed in response, my mind enjoying the passionate rhapsodies she spewed.

"Do you know how long I've been sleeping?"

"Around five hours or something, I just woke up myself around an hour ago,"

I nodded and scooted a bit closer so I could examine the way his fingers would glide against the smooth glass. The water from the sink washed away the suds and Jin quickly grabbed another dirty mug and began putting soap in the rag.

"You know, instead of watching me wash dishes, you could help me and pick up one yourself?" Jin didn't even look up as he called me out on my laziness. Knowing both myself and Jin very well, I knew that Jin would continue to bother me about helping him with his stupid chores until I finally gave in. So, might as well and give in so we can get the dishes done faster.

I picked up another mug from the counter, dumping out the excess beer in it into the sink, "Why did you let me sleep?"

I remembered the nightmare I had of my late lover and the way his soul slipped from my fingertips. Tears almost came to my eyes just thinking about it. I try to avoid sleep as much as humanely possible especially since every time I close my eyes, I see him. Jin simply shrugged his shoulders at my question as he passed me the soap with his bubbly hand, "Because."

I grabbed the spare rag that hung on the handle of the sink and squeezed the sudsy liquid on it, "Because of what?"

He placed the damp but clean glass where the other damp but clean glasses went so he could later put them in their respective places, "Because Min Yoongi is a human and humans need sleep, and no matter how hard a human tries to avoid sleep, they can't,"

I scrubbed the inside of the glass steadily, making sure it wouldn't slip out of my hands, "I'm not avoiding sleep," I lie through closed teeth, not taking away my concentration from the task before me.

"I can see it, Yoongi. In the way you lug yourself around." He placed another clean glass down, grabbing a dirty one from the sink, "Whenever you feel feelings, you always hate to sleep."

I blinked, coming to a halt with the singular mug, "Why do you always think you know me more than I do, Hyung?"

"I don't, but after seeing you come into my bar every week ever since you've been the legal drinking age, I can see the pattern," he looked towards my glass, gesturing for me to continue with my chore.

I rinsed the glass off in the water that was already running from the faucet of the sink, "Pattern?"

"Yes, a pattern," he placed another clean mug down, grabbing a dirty one, "You feel something, it makes you confused, and then you come to my bar to avoid sleep and people. Now go sit down,"

He said the last sentence right when I placed the clean mug down, "What? You don't need—"

"Your help? Hell no, go away." He grabbed another mug and dumped out the beer in it, "I've washed four glasses in the time it took for you to wash one. Go sit your incompetent ass down somewhere,"

He pushed my chest lightly and I took two steps back, suds on my tux, but it's not like I care, "Wow, thanks a lot, Hyung,"

I began walking towards the bar itself to sit down before Jin coughed, making me look at him, "Look, Yoongi.. I don't know what happened,"

He placed down everything in his hands so he could focus all his attention on me, "But you're in a funk and the only way to get out of that funk is if you talk about what happened or accept whatever happened can't be changed. You can't move on until you realize what happened really happened,"

My face cringed in disgust, "Not meaning to be disrespectful or anything but who the fuck do you think you are to be lecturing me?"

"Your friend," he replied, his attitude not changing even though I was pretty nasty, "and I'm not lecturing you, I'm just telling you what's what,"

I rolled my eyes and poked my tongue into my cheek in extreme irritation, "You have no idea what I went through, you don't know my loss,"
 
"I just want to help you get better," he leaned against the counter of the sink and looked towards me with a pained expression. One that should be reflected on my face.

"Help me? Does it look like I have a sign on my back just crying out for help?!" I exclaim while throwing my hands in the air, "I don't need your fucking help, so mind your own goddamn business, Hyung,"

I stomped out of the bar anger in every footstep.

I don't need help. I don't need anybody.

[author's notes]

So.

I have the flu.

Haha great, right?

Just fucking great.

I'm missing all of my lectures and I'm going to fail my exams and I'm going to be homeless because I don't have an education and i won't have a job and no one will want me because I'm homeless without a job and I'll die alone.

jUst GreAt.