Mr. Horny B*stard (Jungkook x Reader)

CHAPTER 4: WHAT FRIENDS DO

『✄- - -☞ Hoseok's POV ☜- - -✄』

『 mentations of depression and suicidal thoughts, read at your own risk. I don't ever want my readers to feel sad so even though it's not that detailed, I recommend you to skip this chapter for your benefit.』

Sitting at my desk, I was doing work. Everglow is having a comeback and the pay is hectic, it wasn't that bad as they were rookies but I just dealt with ITZY's comeback and I was hoping for a break. My job is very complex, negotiating prices, the right pay to pay people, keeping receipts on literally everything but that's just the top of my list, this was one of my slightly better days but that was just me being optimistic.
"I can get through this and go back to the usual, just power through Hoseok. Just power through", I chanted to myself.

I quickly type an email asking Yoongi to get my usual cup of coffee, it sounds demanding and lazy but the last time I left my station I missed a super important call about some company wanting to join us, they were nice enough to accept even though we didn't pick up. I was always guilty and anxious because of that.

I stop typing when I realised the office was oddly quiet, I didn't hear Yoongi open the door, his soft footsteps or him making the coffee, maybe he was busy. But he always gets me coffee no matter what, that was one of my favourite things about him, he was always consistent. I snapped out of my thoughts as the telephone started ringing.

"This is CFO Jung speaking, how may I help you", I say in a more cheerful voice.
"Hi Seok, it's Kai. Yoongi called in a few minutes ago, said he was feeling sick. Sorry for not telling you sooner", Kai informs.
"That's fine, thanks for telling me. Have a good day".
"You to Seok, hwaiting!", Kai ends the call.

I grab my briefcase and look for my phone, Yoongi never took sick days. He came in sick last year and kept a bin near him whenever he felt like he was going to vomit, he did... a lot. I scroll through my contacts until I click on his profile, I call him and wait as the call tries to connect.
"Who are you", Yoongi greets me nicely.
"It's Hoseok. Are you okay, Kai just told me that you're sick".
"I'm having one of my depression attacks, can't go to work feeling like shit", Yoongi's voice shakes a little.
"And why have I never known you had depression", I worry.
"I don't like talking about it, gives me... depression".
"I never notice you take a day off before".
"It's because I try to endure it, don't want you to overwork yourself. This one's just more worse", Yoongi's tone only showed sadness.
"When do you think you'll come back to work".
"I don't know, when i feel like not jumping off the office building", Yoongi says breaking my heart a bit.
"Yoongi...", i concern.
"Maybe I should come over", I continue.
"Don't. I like the loneliness when I'm in depression, helps me think and calm down more. I don't need someone to pity me, I'm just feeling sadder than usual", Yoongi snarls a bit.
"If you say so Yoon, get better soon okay".
"Hopefully... hopefully", I could hear Yoongi crying a bit before the call got cut.

I sink into my chair, my friend has depression and I don't know, for the last three years he's been dealing with it and I didn't know. I couldn't help him, I couldn't care for him, I couldn't be there for him, what kind of a friend am I. I straighten my back and get back to work with a new motive, I was gonna visit him.

『✄- - -☞ Timeskip ☜- - -✄』

I crack my knuckles and roll my neck as I massage it a bit, I spam click the save button just in case and turn off the desktop. I packed up the files on my table and slipped it into my briefcase, I turned off the lights and exited my office making sure to lock it, I quickly say goodbye to everyone on the floor and quickly ride the lift to the ground level. I quickly waved to Soobin and Kai seeing them getting ready to go home as I jog to my car and slip in, I plop my case onto the passenger seat and start the car. I went on the road and made my way to Yoongi's house.

I parked my car at a small modern house, the house was surprisingly well kept for a lazy being. The grass recently cut and the roses were pruned, succulents were displayed in pots and not a single thing was out of place. I walk to the door and press the doorbell, I waited and waited until no one came, I push the button again and was met with the same result.

I opened the lantern next to his door and grabbed the spare key Yoongi hid, I unlock the door and place the spare key back to where it was before closing the door behind me. Everything was still, not a sound entered the area, birds magically stopped chirping and cars couldn't be heard. I made my way through his living room and kitchen that looked untouched , I turned right and softly travelled through the hallway leading to his bedroom. I could pick up the small sound of a movie playing as I took a peak through the little crack of his door, Yoongi was laying on his stomach with his hands and arms supporting his head, there were dried tears on his face as he drowned in the thick blankets around him.

I knocked on his door catching his attention as I let myself in, Yoongi taps the space bar and glared at me.
"Thought I told you to not come", Yoongi's voice was scruffy.
"I had to come, I was worried", I sit on the edge of his bed.
"Hobi. There's a reason why I like being alone, I have social anxiety for God's sake, throughout my whole life people have been criticising me. From what shoes I'm wearing to how I sound, I don't want anyone to be near because it brings me those memories. Memories of being alienated, people looking at me in the hallways, asking the teacher if I could have a seperate change room because the boys violated my possessions, my friends back stabbing me, people breaking me apart when I've done nothing to deserve this", Yoongi cried out his heart.

I was wrecked seeing trails of tears coming out of his eyes, they couldn't stop flowing out of his eyes, they looked tired as if they were so done with life. His face was puffy and permanently held a frown, his lips couldn't be happy when everything hurt. He looked frantically, eyes wide with fear as he started hyperventilating, I threw my arms around him and pushed his head gently to my chest.

"L-leave *hiccup* Ho-obi. Jus-t Leave *hiccup*", Yoongi stuttered.
I couldn't leave him here, he was scared to the point where he couldn't formulate words, he was scared to the point where his body started shaking, he was scared and there was already a large damp spot on my shirt from his tears. Yoongi needed me and I'll be there.

"Shhh. Calm down, Yoonie", I pulled him so he'd lay down.
"H-ho *hiccup* H-", he tried to call for me.
"It's okay, I got you. I'm right here", I hugged him tighter and soothed shapes onto his back.
"B-But".
"Goodnight Yoongi, I love you~", I cut him off as he stops fighting me.

Minutes pass and Yoongi's breath was more stable, I closed my eyes and kept him close. I felt tired from today and started to fall asleep, the way Yoongi's chest moved up and down assured me he was okay, the way my shirt was drying  assured me he was okay, the way he looked calm assured me he was okay. I could sleep peacefully knowing he was fine.

Soon my vision was black and I couldn't hear a thing, my body laid lifeless as I felt light. My ears couldn't comprehend sound as my sense of touch focused on the feeling of Yoongi's warm and soft blankets pulling me further to sleep. Everything was silent.

"You're lying, you don't love me"