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yoongi x depressed reader

You sat on the swing, at an empty park that had been isolated when the rain turned from a drizzle to a pour. You only came out on days like this. Days when no one was out, days where the water could wash over you and kiss your cuts as if to replace the pain, replace it with cold. It was like the sky was crying.

Like it was crying just for you.

Yoongi sat on the swing to your left. You had not told him you would be here. But he knew you too well, knew that the rain would naturally attract you outside. He also knew he would probably get sick, but you were more important. The fans didn't really care anyway. They liked his voice raspy.

You wanted him to go away.

What did he know? Tears trickled down your face, blending in with the rain. Your hair was soaking wet, your vision was blurry and wow, it was cold. But it was on days like this where you could cry and let it out and feel a little more understood, and a little less dead inside.

And Yoongi was getting in the way of it.

He had good intentions, you knew this. But you just wanted to be alone.

"I know you think everything in life is pointless," he'd said, "i know you think its unfair and worthless and you just want to curl up and die but I can't let you because I love you. I love you and I want to show you that life isn't always those things and I want to show you what its like to be happy again."

"I want to be alone," you'd said.

But he didn't leave.

And as you sat there, you suddenly looked over at him. By now you knew the difference between rain and tears - and you could see, you could see Yoongi was crying for you.

You didn't need the rain at all.

You had him. Right next to you.

And in the cold numbness, you felt something warm underneath your skin.

Because maybe, if you had him. . . everything would be okay.