namjoon sat down in the boy's locker room.
his head hurts so he wanted to be alone.
he's already going to drop out?
he's only been in school for like a month!
he doesn't want to go already...
namjoon only teared up a bit.
his head hurts and he's already losing his normal life.
"namjoon?"
the taller lifted his head up from his hands.
he turned his head and saw yoongi, immediately went on his feet and fixed his shirt.
namjoon sniffed, wiping his face.
"uh, hey, yoongi." he cleared his throat.
"are you alright?" yoongi's brows curled, walking up to him a bit.
"y-yeah." he didn't look at him. "i'm fine."
"you're not making eye contact. you always do."
namjoon just scoffed. "that's ridiculous..."
yoongi lifted his hand up and grabbed the boy's chin to make him face the smaller.
namjoon made eye contact.
"you're upset." yoongi softly spoke.
"isn't it obvious?"
he moved his hand away. "is it about the situation we talked about this morning?"
"yes."
"just enjoy being here. don't be upset about it."
"you don't understand, yoongi." namjoon looked away. "i'll be trapped in my damn room and i won't be able to get out and go on with my own life."
"y-yours isn't like mine."
namjoon knitted his brows. "what?" he looked at him.
"at least you have food on the table. breakfast, lunch and dinner. i-i never do."
the taller saw yoongi's hands slightly shaking.
namjoon walked up to him, putting his hand on yoongi's hands.
"i'm sorry."
yoongi gulped. "i-it's fine." he moved his hands away.
