Don't Leave Me|| BTS

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I must have fallen asleep crying in that bathroom, cause when I woke up I was slumped over still in fetal position. My bones have never ached so much.

I checked my phone first. Several missed calls, mostly from Namjoon and our manager. A text from Namjoon saying they cancelled the photo shoot and to come home when I'm ready. Another text from Jin telling me I owe him an apology, but he was sorry he pushed me so far.

Despite that, no one came to check on me. And that's what hurt the most.

I mean, besides my bones, they hurt pretty badly too.

I sat up, my bones cracking as I did. Instead of calling for a Uber I decided to walk. It was 8 at night, already dark out. I covered up, hat sunglasses, and mask, and made my way out of the now empty building.

I had my spare keys on me so all I had to do was make it inside without alerting anyone that I was home. Unfortunately the front door leads to the living room, and I could hear the tv on and laughing.

I debated on rather to just go to my studio or not, but it was too late my body was once again on autopilot, and the door was already opening.

As soon as the door was wide enough for everyone to see that it was me, the tv was turned down. They waited for me to speak, to say I was okay, that I was no longer angry.

But those would be lies. I was not okay, and I was still angry.

Angry that they haven't figured out that something is seriously wrong, and that I need help and support.

Which isn't fair for them, cause they can't read my mind. Hearing them laughing seconds ago and now looking at me, waiting for me to blow up again. I don't know why but that made me break just a little more. I dropped my keys on the table near the door and slipped my shoes off.

"Do you want to join us?" Jimin asked.

"No."

"I'm sorry I hit you Yoongi-ah. I was trying to snap you out of what ever trance you been in through this past week."

"I haven't been in any trance Hyung," I snapped back, I was so angry, and I already caused so much damage.

So why do I keep going?

"Our dance teacher is right Yoongi. You have to snap out of this weird attitude you been in. If you think you're better than this, then show us. We're trying to help–"

"You must not know the definition of help then, Hyung," I gave his respect so bitterly, as memories flashed through my head. My chest was so tight.

"Why are you throwing this in my face Yoongi-ah?" Jin started to approach me while the others sat back and watched.

"C-c-ca-cause no one is-is lis-listening to me!" I stuttered, "you're jumping to conclusions and–"

"Just admit you were wrong and being disrespectful for nothing so we can move on."

"No. No, what happened to discussing what's wrong? We're not 5 anymore, the silent treatment fixes nothing," my voice raised as I gestured at everyone.