he's not fake || sope

eight

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"what's wrong?" seokjin asked through the phone. he got a call from yoongi just about ten minutes after namjoon left yoongi's house.

"i-i need he-help," yoongi stuttered on his words.

"woah, are you in danger? call 911 if so!"

"n-no! i just ne-need you right no-now."

"alright, i'll be right there but stop crying, you crybaby."

yoongi hung up and just laid on the couch with tears still on his face. the notification turned out to be pizza hut with another $5 deal.

awhile later, there was a soft knock on his door. yoongi quickly went to the door and opened it to reveal seokjin.

yoongi's first instinct was to hug the taller male. seokjin hugged back, knowing that if yoongi was the first to hug, then it must be serious.

"let's go in first," seokjin quietly said.

"so...what happened?"

"namjoon walked out on me," yoongi held in his tears while he tried so hard to not hear the guys mean words in his head. "he made a lot of sense."

"about what?"

"about hobi."

"you know how he is, yoongi. he doesn't believe in fantasies. don't listen to him! have fun and play with hobi as much as you want!"

"but i'm not a child anymore, jin. i'm not a five year old that believed in sally smith. i'm a 24 year old guy that have mental issues. i can't stop with hobi, jin! help me!"

"woah woah woah! namjoon is getting to your head! yoongi don't fall for his traps! i can help you but calm down first!"

yoongi sighed and just bent down to put his face in his hands. "what's wrong with me?"

"nothing."

"there's some hole in my head that doesn't want to heal. it's a scar and there's nothing i can do to heal it. but to just accept it."

"what are talking about?"

"i need therapy."

"now what nonsense are you on about? you don't need help from people that charge you hundreds of dollars on! you have me!"

"help me get rid of this brat."

"what brat?"

"help me get rid of this annoying, worthless, useless, headache causing, piece of crap hobi!"

a gasp was heard from seokjin. he couldn't believe it. after all the years of yoongi loving hobi and praising him, he lets it all the drain. seokjin wanted to cry at yoongi's cry for help. it was genuine, yoongi wanted to get rid of hobi.

"yoongi, don't think like that. you love hobi," seokjin tried to convince yoongi back to his old self.

"if anything, hobi caused me to lose namjoon. i hate him! i despise him!"

"you didn't lose namjoon! yoongi, listen to yourself!"

"it's okay," yoongi wiped away his tears that unwillingly fell down. "it's alright."

"there's nothing else to lose in this state. i'll forget about him and you'll never hear me say his name anymore. it's okay."

"if taehyung ever hears you say that, he'll freak out. he loves hobi as much as you do. don't do that to tae," seokjin mentioned.

"tae has nothing to do with this. stop trying to convince me when i already made up my mind."

"this decision is only causing you to hurt. you're doing this to satisfy namjoon which will just hurt your heart. it's not worth namjoons satisfaction. don't give him what he wants."

"my own mother wants to get me help. namjoon agreed with her. what am i supposed to do? this is stupid. just for some person that isn't even real," yoongi got up and went to the door and opened it for seokjin to leave. seokjin never felt more offended.

seokjin slowly grabbed his stuff and walked toward the door as well. "you'll regret this."

"i know i will," and yoongi closed the door behind him. yoongi wiped his tears and went back to his seat. this is too much for today.

a ringing sound was heard from his phone. yoongi hoped it was namjoon but it wasn't. it was the number he texted earlier. yoongi hesitated on picking it up but he eventually did.

hello?

ahh yoongi? that's you, right?

yeah

your voice sounds raspy. have you been crying?

i guess

why? what's wrong?

maybe we shouldn't contact each other anymore. i'm sorry hoseok but it's hurting my heart too much.

what did i do?

you did nothing wrong. it's me that's messed up right now.

we can talk if you want? i just don't want to leave you alone when you're crying

it's alright. i guess i could say it's you that's causing me pain *haha

what? i'm sorry what did i do?!

nothing hobi. i'm sorry i'm too weak right now, bye

hob—

yoongi hung up before he could hear that name. yoongi put the phone down and just laid down on the couch before sleep suffocated him. it was a long day for him. his heart couldn't take it anymore.

.𝕒/𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘