Little Habits - Yoongi X Bts

Four; In and Out of Spaces

Third Person POV

Yoongi giggled, feeling confident in his hiding spot; the bathtub.

Jin walked in, and knew the little was in there. Yoongi was breathing heavily, nervous of his hyung finding him.

"I guess Yoongi isn't in here," Jin said, "It's going to take me an ETERNITY to find him!"

Yoongi chuckled, feeling bad for his hyungs 'stupidity'. "Hyungie! I'm here!" Yoongi squealed, jumping from the curtain.

"Yah! You're such a good hider, sweetie," Jin said, "Should I hide now?"

Yoongi shook his little head at his hyung, "No...Yoongi's tired."

Jin smiled, "Want to cuddle with me to a movie?"

Yoongi nodded, "I lo' cuddles!" He slid to the living room, where the rest of the members were seated. Yoongi felt sad, his hyungs hadn't invited him. He stared at his feet, and fell back into big space.

"Yoongi-ah," Jin said, catching up with the younger shortly after, "We can watch on my laptop, sweetie."

Yoongi shook his head at Jin, hardly even sparing him a glance. His depression sinking back into his brain quickly, as his thoughts suppressed to dark ones. Clouds of grey, now upon his small figure.

"What's wrong love?" He asks him, his soft sweet voice, managing to ring in ears.

A voice kept whispering to him, 'Yoongi, you're still so fat. So stupid. So unloved. This is why they didn't invite you. They want to hurt you. You should go hurt yourself. Your blades await you in the washroom, You fucking pig.'

Yoongi sighed, "One second, I'm gonna use the washroom hyung."

Jin nodded, "Alright, Yoongi-ah. I'll be waiting for your cuddles~"

Yoongi nodded, and made his way to his blades- oh washroom. He closed to door, and picked out the sharpest tool of his. He chuckled, and let the sharp object on his pale skin.

He hardly even cried at the pain, the pain feeling normal to the thin boy.

Growing bored four cuts in, he looked in the mirror. 'I guess that will do for now'

Pulling his hoodie sleeves down, shortly after drying the cuts. He went to the washroom, flushed the toilet, and washed his small hands.

"Jin-hyung?" Jungkook said, as he made Jin loose his focus from the movie currently playing on the tv for the six engaged members.

"Yeah Jungkookie?" Replied the elder.

"Where's Yoongi?" He asked, biting his lip. He slowly grew nervous, as he glanced back at the tv.

"Washroom," Jin sighed, sounding quite sad actually.

"What's wrong Jinnie?"

"I have to wait for cuddles now..."

Jungkook laughed, gaining the attention of the rest of the members; other then Yoongi of course, who was still in the washroom. "Jin-ssi, you're adorable."

Jin blushed, and saw Yoongi had come from the washroom.

"Sweetie~" Jin said sweetly to him, as he got up and embraced the younger into a teddy bear hug.

Yoongi let the arms hold him, and he hardly winced at the agonizing pain of his cuts. "Jin-hyung, I'm not little," Yoongi said, afraid to disappoint his hyung. He feels like Jin thinks he forced himself out of it, which wasn't the case this time around.

"Did you force yourself out?" He said, tilting his head. He knew it hurt Yoongi when he forced himself out of little space.

"N-no hyung," Yoongi said, as he brushed a hand through his messy hair.

"What pulled you out?" Jin asked, as they sat in the floor beside the couch.

"Ah...that isn't important," Yoongi said, hugging his knees to his chest. 'He's staring at your fat,' he heard in his conscious.

"Yoongi-ah, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Really...positive?"

"YES, IM FUCKING POSITIVE THAT IM FINE. STOP ASKING ME," Yelled Yoongi, tears now streaming down his face as he shoved his face between his stick thin legs.

Jin would've been mad, if he hadn't heard the choked sobs of the maknae. The room went dead silent, as Namjoon turned off the television set.

"Yoongi-ah..." Jin said, "What is going on? You can't say nothing, I'm sorry."

"Wait, he's out of little space?" Yoongi heard two members mutter to each other.

"N-no," Yoongi said, "I'm not telling you." Yoongi's eyes travelled around the room, as he tried to trigger the adorable little inside of him. Nothing clicked. He felt too depressed to do anything right then and there.

Taehyung hugged the younger from behind, and Yoongi felt his vision fade to black, as he fell onto Taehyung.

"Shit," Taehyung said, as he started to shed tears from his eyes, "What happened?"

Jin started to fall over words, "He fell out of little s-space, and h-he d-d-didn't force it, so...I don't know what happened. He went from bright little space, to, I-I-I guess depressed..."

"Has he fallen into depression again?" Jungkook said, biting his nails, alike his nerves biting at him at the same moment.

"And anorexia?" Jimin blurted, as all of the members noticed the small figure of the maknae.

"And the constant wearing of long sleeves," J-hope said, picking at a loose thread on his fuzzy socks, "Jin, could you roll up his sleeve?"

"But isn't it rude to do that to him, without his knowing consent?"

"If it's for h-h-his own good, d-do it!" shouted Taehyung, as he paced his breath. Jungkook rubbed his back, in hopes to calm the boy down.

Jin rolled up the sleeves of their Yoongi, and they all started to break down into tears.

"FUCK"

And then Yoongi awoke.