"Yoongi-ah?"
It's Seokjin, coming to check on me probably. Maybe I could pretend I was asleep. Or just ignore him. Both in the end would make him angry, but I didn't really care at the moment. I decided to ignore him since he could already clearly see me scrolling on my phone.
"Yoongi-ah? Don't ignore me you brat."
I grunted, still not saying a word.
"You really upset Jimin, he thinks you're mad at him."
"Maybe I am."
"No you're not."
Okay, so I'm not. But he didn't need to know that.
I stay quiet, and Jin continues, "I know you don't have much of a humor and don't get amused by jokes, but you didn't have to be so harsh," he pauses, perhaps waiting for me to reply, I don't, "is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine. I'm dandy Hyung, I'm just tired and I'm sorry I get snappy when I'm tired."
"I'm not the one you should apologize to."
I grunt. He knows that I know what he means by that.
Before he leaves I sit up, "will you turn the light off."
He flicks the light switch. It's only 10. I'm not tired yet. So I stare at the closed bedroom door until I finally drift off.
It's morning before I know it. I wake up to Jin's body leaning over mine, staring me in the eyes waiting for them to open.
"You're creepy. You know that, hyung?"
"Yes I know," Seokjin chuckles, pulling my comforter off me despite my protests, "You need to get up Yoongi-ah we should be in the dance studio by 8."
"It's 7:50 I have plenty of time."
"It's going to take you five to finally get your feet to hit the floor and if we're lucky only another five to get you to make it to the front door with clothes on. So get moving."
"Uh huh, I'm getting up."
"Yoongi!"
Hoseok's voice interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to the dance studio. In which I was supposed to be dancing.
"Why did you stop?"
"Huh?" I looked around. We were in formation for Dionysus.
"Oh, uh...." me and Pdogg made eye contact. He was talking with Hitman Bang whom stepped in to watch us practice. Neither of them paid any mind to my mistake, "sorry. Can we start again?"
"Hyung you really need to sleep more so you don't drift off while dancing."
"Only our Suga is capable of that," Jungkook stated making the others forget about me and laugh.
We started the music again, half way through our dance director stopped us.
"Yoongi you're not in sync."
I bow in apology and we're made to start again, much to everyone's displeasure. Pdogg nods at me while making eye contact before he leaves. I don't nod back. Instead, I ignore him.
It's almost the end when I mess up again. When we climb up on the table then jump down in formation ready to keep dancing, I trip and don't land on my feet.
I twist my ankle a weird angle, but jump up immediately to try and correct myself before the music is shut off. But it's too late.
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FanfictionTrigger Warning: sexual assault, abuse, neglect, suicide ideation, dissociating.