Alone (Taekook) ✅

Twelve

Yoongi sighed, walking down the hallway. Everything seemed to be in chaos lately and he didn’t have a clue as to why.

He’d just received a frantic call from Namjoon saying that Jungkook had just balled his eyes out and disappeared and an angry text from Jimin saying that he was going out.

Something was going on. He shook his head as he approached Jimin’s room, needing a file that the man had said was on his dresser.

He entered, pausing when he saw a man shuffling through multiple drawers.

“Who the fuck are you?” Yoongi asked calmly, expecting the man to freeze and gaze at him with fear.

The man did neither, simply ignored him and kept shuffling through the drawers, slowly and lazily as if not in any sort of rush. Yoongi clenched his jaw, walking up to the man, but before he could reach him, the male seemed to find what he was looking for and slammed the drawer he was looking through shut, turning around.

Yoongi backed up, grabbing his gun and instantly pointing it at the man.

“Put it the fuck down.” He said darkly, glaring at the small holding the gun in his hands.

Again, the man ignored him, simply checked the chamber, seeing it full and walked towards the bathroom. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, before his eyes went wide.

“Please don’t stop me.” The man said when he sensed Yoongi’s change in demeanor.

“Look—“

“If you’re going to be like everyone else and say that it gets better, or that you’ll try to ‘fix’ me, then don’t waste your breath. I’ve heard it one too many times to count.”

“Why are you here?”

“Jimin brought me here.”

“Is he aware of your…”

“I guess he didn’t think far enough to not leave me alone.” The man smiled dryly. “You done asking questions, or do I have to live a few minutes longer?”

“Come sit.” Yoongi said, walking to the bed and sitting, patting the place beside him. “Just wanna talk.”

“You won’t stop me?”

“No. I just wanna talk to you and then I’ll let you do whatever you want.” The man seemed to think, but slowly made his way to the bed and sat beside Yoongi. “What’s your name?”

“Taehyung.”

“I’m Yoongi. How do you know Jimin?”

“Woke up with him in my house. You?”

“I work with him.”

“You work with Jungkook, too?”

“You know Jungkook?”

“...”

“Okay.” Yoongi shrugged. “What did Jimin want?”

“He wants to be the one to fix me.”

“And he left you alone.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung looked down at the gun in his hands, studying it. “Guess he didn’t really mean it.”

“He’s never dealt with someone with depression before. He doesn’t know how to fix it, he just wants to.”

“He already failed.”

“That he did.” Yoongi and Taehyung fell into a short silence.

“Are you done?” Taehyung said, standing. “Cause I’m gonna go to the bathroom, now.” He turned and started walking towards the bathroom.

“It doesn’t get better.” Yoongi suddenly said. Taehyung stopped. He glanced at Yoongi, who had stood as well. “It only gets worse from here…a hell of a lot worse, if I’m to be honest. People who say it only gets better are fucking idiots who don’t know how it feels.”

Taehyung watched the man approach him, eyeing him warily. “But...it’s always worth it in the end. The pain, because then you get to find out what happens after.”

“Is this your attempt to stop me?”

“No. If you want to go into that bathroom right now and blow your brains out, go right ahead. Staying here, staying alive...it does only get worse. But, if you decide to put that gun down, I’ll be here.”

“I—“

“I’m not going to give you the ‘I’ll fix you’ bullshit. I won’t give you sugar coated answers. All you have to know is that I’m here for you.” He said quietly.

Taehyung felt his knees go weak.

Yoongi came closer to him. “You aren’t alone.”

Taehyung collapsed into the man’s arms, sobbing. Yoongi said nothing more, just rubbed him on the back reassuringly.

Taehyung gripped Yoongi’s shirt as he cried.

And the gun fell to the ground with a soft thud.