Pastel ≒ Y.G ~ H.S (✔️)

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(Excuse any mistakes as always 💜💕)

He shook his head as he pulled himself together even more—if possible— and sighed as he unlocked the front door and opened it revealing his mother on the couch, watching some reality tv show with some hot chocolate and her pink fuzzy robe. He can't do this.

"Oh? Yoongi? Why are you here so early? What happened? Are you sick?"

Yoongi shook his head and had tears in his eyes before he could even stop them. His mother was already on her feet, ready to help him with whatever he needed.

Yoongi wanted to say something, something more than just letting out a broken sob, he had to or else his mother would only worry more. He opened his mouth, hoping a sob wouldn't fall out, but instead, only one broken word escaped. "Mama..." he cried, dropping his bag on the floor and extending his arms toward her, she immediately came up to him and pulled him into a hug.

She held him tight as he wept in her arms, he was holding onto that stupid pink robe like it was the last thing he would ever hold. She rubbed his back and let him fall apart in her arms, she didn't say anything, she didn't even whisper soothing words into his ear to calm him down. She just let him let it all out.

What hurt him more was the fact that he thought he was done. He thought he didn't have to keep crying over Hoseok because he was done. He didn't like the fact that he was continuing to cry over and over and over just because of some stupid break up. He hated it. He hated how worried his mother is right now, he hated how he couldn't even speak because he would only choke, he hated how this was all Hoseok's fault. He just hated it.

"Bear." His mother finally spoke, still holding him close in her arms. "Honey, what happened? Why— why are you crying so hard?" She asked, but Yoongi couldn't answer because just the thought of it made him want to break again. He just needed to sleep on this, he had to let it sink in just a little bit more before he can tell her what happened.

God, he still had to tell Taehyung and Jimin. They're definitely going to be pissed, this going to cause more trouble than some simple breaking of hearts. It could end in the breaking of noses, something Yoongi definitely didn't want.

Yoongi finally shook his head as he pulled away from her, wiping his eyes and avoiding eye contact with her. "I just wanna sleep." He said, his headache really pounding against his skull. "Please, I just want to sleep."

Matilda look at him for a moment, she noticed the way Yoongi looked when crying, any mother would. Usually, Yoongi would want nothing more than to sit down and explain everything, no matter how bad. He wouldn't look too tired and he would always tell her what's wrong before doing anything else.

But this is different, he was avoiding eye contact and he didn't want to be held for too long, he didn't want to tell her what's wrong and he looked like he was about to pass out any second now. "Yoongi...are you sure you don't want to talk about it? You look nearly broken."

"Mama, I love you, I do. And you know you're always the first person I tell me problems to. But please." Yoongi said, looking at her once and then his eyes going towards the floor. Matilda sighed as she continued to look at her son, not a single sign of happiness left in him.

"You look so different, it's always best if you get it off your chest now instead of wait—"

"Mama, please." Yoongi pleaded, finally making eye contact with her and when he did, she nearly shattered, even his eyes lost that familiar glow in them, they just look dull and lost. This isn't the Yoongi she knew, this is a different boy. "I've been through so much already can you please just let me get some rest? Please."