Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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Yoongi stormed into the dorm with something gripped tightly into his hand and a confused but also mad and kinda sad expression on his face. He went into the studio hall and we heard a door slam, making us jump and Siyeon start to cry from the loud noise.

Namjoon and I had brought Jihyo and Siyeon to the dorms again since we knew we'd be spending a lot of time here, at the studios, and at our home. Might as well get the pups accustomed to it.

Namjoon scooped up Siyeon and amped his scent some, calming her down almost instantly.

"I wonder what's up with him," Namjoon murmured, gently bouncing Siyeon in his arms.

"Where's Jimin?" I asked, looking around. "He's usually glued to Yoongi's side."

My phone started ringing a few minutes later.

"Chim! Where are you? Yoongi just got here and didn't even say hi—"

"Hyung, there's something I need to tell Yoongi but he's not picking up his phone," Jimin interrupted. "Is he at the dorms?"

"Yes, bu—"

The line went dead.

"Was that Jimin?" Taehyung asked, looking up from Jihyo.

"Yeah," I said, looking down at my phone with a frown. "Something's up."
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Yoongi's POV:

I stared down at the two packets in my hand. One filled with pills and another that used to hold powder that dissolved in a drink. Until Jimin used them.

Why would he need to feel like he needed them? I know he really wants pups, but isn't this a little extreme? People have died because of this.

Why would Jimin risk this?

I heard a small knock on my door.

"Hyungie?" Jimin. I didn't answer and he knocked again. "Yoonie, I know you're in there. There's...something I need to tell you. Can I come in?"

"Jimin, I need to think about this," I finally answered.

"I know," he responded. "And I'm sorry, hyung."

"You didn't seem too sorry when you were using them."

"I'm...I'm going to stay out here until you open the door. This is important."

"Just go away," I snapped.

I heard him sniffle and a small spark hit the back of my neck. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice teetering over the edge of tears. "I'll be in our room. Just please talk to me at some point. This is really important."

I heard him sniffle a bit before his feet padded down the hall. I rubbed the back of my neck at the pain pinching it. I could feel how sad he was, but then there was also a happiness there.

I glanced back at the packets in my hand. My eyes closed and I dumped them into the trash can. Leaning back in my chair, I rubbed my face and made the promise to waste the whole day here. I had a pullout bed, I could sleep. But I wanted to think before facing Jimin again.

I love Jimin. I would give the whole universe and all the stars to him.

But then he pulls this stunt.

What am I supposed to do about that? What am I supposed to think of that?