Pulling my car into the driveway of the house that Sejin finally bought, I don't miss sight of the black van that I imagine the band uses in getting from place to place, suggesting that Yoongi is already here. I simply park my car and grab my things, not bothering to knock when I reach the front door.
Almost instantly, it's noticeable that the designer of the house went with an open floor plan, and I spot Yoongi sat on one of the couches in the room easily. It's a large spacious room that you walk into, the front half being occupied by furniture for the living room and the back half taken up with kitchen and dining items. To the right of the room, there's two sets of stairs that lead both to the upper floor and the lower one, while the left side of the room has four separate doors that lead into rooms that have already been set up for our line of work.
"I haven't really gone around the house to see what all there is or to claim a bedroom yet. I wasn't sure if you had any specific plans or whatnot for that." Yoongi speaks up softly, returning my attention back to the older boy in the house with me. I give him a tiny smile at this, nodding as I finally step all the way in to close the door behind me. It's still quite a foreign feeling to be giving anyone any sort of smiles, something I've not done for longer than what I'd like to recall. However, I can tell just how uncertain and nervous and fearful he feels about everything that's been happening and is still happening for him, and I want him to feel comfortable with me rather than being afraid of me too.
"That's fine. I wanted to talk to you about some things anyways." I respond gently, trying to be as warm to him as I can manage as I set my bags down next to the door before walking over to him and taking a seat next to him on the couch. He just watches the entire time though, staying silent and observing carefully.
"I am here to help you, Yoongi, all seven of you. I'm going to bring them home to you, and I'll do whatever necessary to get them back up on their feet. I need your help though, in order to do that." I tell him with another small smile.
His lips jut out into a small pout at this, looking almost like a little kid who's been told they can't have their ice cream today but that they'd get to have it later if they're good. I can see the hesitancy and worry in his eyes, though he manages a small nod anyways.
"Yoongi, I know you don't know me that well, but I need you to trust me. I need to know what happened from your perspective of everything and I need to know how you're feeling with all of this. I need you to be as open with me as possible right now and tell me whenever you're having problems or if you become extra concerned with any one of the boys when they come home. Think you can do that for me?" I explain, trying to keep myself as warm for him as possible.
His pout begins trembling almost instantly, and I merely watch as he takes a deep breath and turns himself to lean back into the couch further while tipping his head back to look up at the ceiling.
"I don't wanna talk about it. I'm not strong enough and you're gonna think I'm too childish and weak for everything." Yoongi mumbles out, tears beginning to form in his eyes. I frown at this though, mildly struggling to show so much emotion and patience with him compared to any other situation I've been in before. Though, my main reason for the frown is his response, how terrified he truly seems from all of this and how much he reminds me of a child going through any sort of scary experience.
"Yoongi, calm down. Okay? I'm not here to judge you or your coping ways or anything of the sort. I'm not here to judge you for how you feel or anything else like that. Whatever it is that's going to make you comfortable to talk this through, we can do. Whatever it is that you've been doing to handle everything is going to be okay and go without judgement of any kind, alright? I'm here to help you and the others." I counter softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder for comfort. His head lulls to my direction, not looking much more warmed up to the idea than before. Though, he lets his eyes wander my face, most likely looking for some sort of reason not to believe me or trust me, before his gaze finally falls alongside a tear.
"Do you know if the house has been stocked up with food or drinks or anything yet?" Yoongi mutters quietly before looking back up at me. I find myself giving him another small smile, nodding in response.
"I made sure to instruct that the house be fully stocked with food and drinks, to the point of which that I gave them a list of what needed to be here. What do you need, Yoongi?" I answer, a tiny smirk forming out of amusement when he huffs at this.
"Hot chocolate?" Yoongi requests shyly, lips still jutted in a pout. I chuckle lightly at this, nodding.
"I'm glad to say that we are in fact stocked up on that. I can make that happen."
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A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH
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