GUARDED REGRETS |YOONKOOK|

fault

"here you are,"
yoongi says in a sigh, sliding a dictionary toward the young woman that stood in front of the counter.

"thank you! i have papers to write and my vocabulary is.."
she takes in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
"not good."

yoongi chuckles, cracking a friendly smile at her.
"ah, no worries. i know how it can be. good luck with that."
he waves her off and she waves back as yoongi's taking back his seat in his chair.

he gets up again and grabs a book off the shelf, one of fantasy this time.
yoongi leans it against the stack of books he still hasn't put away yet, and reads. he reads for a good seven minutes.
his phone was buzzing beside him on the counter the entire time, and he didn't bother to look until it became an annoyance.

he  grabs his phone, unlocks it and,
oh.

jk: yoongi
wait sorry
hyung
:(
answer please
im sad
my heart hurts kinda
my friend snapped at me
i asked for help on our recent study
since he already finished i thought he'd help me :((
but he yelled at me instead in the hall
and i dont know why but i guess he was stressed?? idk
i always help people
why doesn't any one help me

yoongi clicks his teeth nervously. why did he talk to him about this? he wasn't complaining or anything, but why would he go to him for this type of problem. he didnt think anymore of it.

yg: gguk

jk: yes :(

yg: are you okay?

jk: no
I'm crying
i always do something wrong :(
i just needed help
my chest kinda hurts

yg: you didnt do anything wrong, okay?

jk: but i did :(
i bothered him

yg: no you didn't
you asked for help and help is always okay.

help is always okay.

jk: i though he'd help me bein
my frnd but
wait
i cant ssee throug my tearsz

yg: ggukie
listen to me

listen to me.

jk: imm sorry

yg: you have nothing to apologize for
call me

jk: wherw are u?

yg: work, it doesn't matter just call me

.  .  .
seen.

incoming call...

yoongi hesitates. just for a moment.
he doesn't know how to handle his own feelings, why the hell does he think he can handle anyone elses?
he answers.
its silent for a couple of seconds.
he hears a sniffle.
"gguk?"

he hears another sniffle on the line before he speaks up.
"hi. i-i dialed the wrong number the first time. and someone answered to m-me crying."

yoongi snorts, cupping a hand over his mouth, but he's sure jeongguk heard anyways, he giggled too.
his laugh was broken, tearful, yet still somehow so contagious.

yoongi hears him hiccup and sniffle again, his giggles replaced with a sob.
he felt his heart clench.
"ggukie. you're going to be okay, and it isn't your fault."

"but it is,"
jeongguk protests, voice laced with sorrow.
"i-if i wasn't so dumb i wouldn't need help all the-"

"shut up."
yoongi says, a bit sternly.
it was stern enough for jeongguk to fall silent, biting back another sob.

"you're not dumb. and needing help doesn't make you dumb. it makes you human. stop blaming yourself because he was feeling pissy."

"but-"

"no. there's no reason you're the blame. stop looking for one. you looked to your friend for help and it wasn't delivered. you help him, don't you?"
yoongi says every word with a firmness, a hint of fondness in each one.

jeongguk replies with a shaky,
"mhm."

yoongi nods to himself.
"exactly. it's okay to look for help, like you did here, gguk. you came to me for help and here we are. don't you feel better?"

jeongguk doesn't answer for a brief couple of seconds, but he could hear his sniffles still. yoongi assumed he was wiping his face, or so he hoped.

"i-i do. i just thought i was a burden. but, i guess I'm not."
jeongguk says, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke.
"sorry, i didn't mean to pile this o-onto you during wor-"

"shut up."
yoongi says, and jeongguk huffs over the phone.
"you apologize too much. help doesn't have a curfew, dummy."

jeongguk pouts. but then he smiles.
yoongi has no idea.
"yeah well,"
jeongguk sniffles before he continues.

"i think I'll talk to him about it. later on today. i just didn't know how to really feel."

"i'm glad you found out."

"I'm glad you were able to help me, hyung."

yoongi's gaze falls to the floor, beneath him as he chewed on his bottom lip. he found himself smiling and he hated it.
"gross. you're welcome."

jeongguk chuckles.
"wait, can you say it?"

yoongi's brows furrow, confusion dawning upon his expression.
"say what?"

"you gave me a new nickname, i wanna hear it."

yoongi's silent, thinking to himself.
then he turned on his phone to scroll through their messages.
he groans.
"oh, god, no."

"pleaseee? it'll make me feel better?"
jeongguk tries.

"you already do."
yoongi protests.

"it'll make me feel even better!"
jeongguk whines, and then begins sniffling rather dramatically.
yoongi rolls his eyes, spinning in his chair.

"ggukie."
yoongi says, tone unimpressed.

"awww!"
jeongguk coos, a bit teasing but mostly sincere.

"yeah, yeah, i need to get back to work."
yoongi says, dismissively.

"mhmm, sure you do! what is it? are you shy?"
jeongguk giggles, teasing him even further.
yoongi was happy to hear him laugh again.

"goodbye, gguk."
yoongi sighed, a small smile on his lips, but not obvious from the blandness in his voice.

"bye, shy boy, good luck!"

"i am not-"
beep.
"shy."
yoongi finishes in a huff. he wasn't shy. the tips of his ears were maybe red, but only because jeongguk was annoying. and he made him mad just then.
that's all it was.