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"But just for tonight."

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Author pov

Early the next morning, Namjoon saw his hyung playing with the cat he had found last night. 

Namjoon was debating on weather or not to let Yoongi keep it but it was one of the few things making him happy so, maybe he could keep it.

In the living room, Yoongi was busy trying to distract himself from the fact that therapy started in less than an hour. He had fed the cat and stress-cleaned everywhere. So much so, that Seokjin had to take the cleaning supplies away from him before he scrubbed marks into the counter tops.

"I don't get it." Yoongi thought out loud, to himself. "Hm?" Jungkook questioned, not looking up from his phone. "I don't get why I'm so nervous!" Yoongi shouted, clearly stressing even more, making the maknae worried.

"It'll be okay, hyung." Jungkook said, in a vain attempt to calm his hyung. "Yeah sure, it's only 30 minutes, in a small room, talking to someone I just met about my feelings and darkest secrets. Yup, piece of cake."

"Well when you put it that way, it sounds terrible." A voice said.

Yoongi and Jungkook looked up to see Jimin holding a steaming mug of coffee. "Good morning, Chim-ah. How are you holding up?" Yoongi asked in a desperate attempt to  change the subject and get the attention off of him for once.

"I'm fine. But hyung, you should get ready for therapy. I think it starts in 20 minutes and the place is 20 minutes away." Yoongi groaned and his face in Jungkook chest. "Why can't I just stay here?" The rapper whined in agony. "Hyungggg, it'ss only 30 minutes. Pleaseeeee?" Jungkook begged. "No."

"Ice cream....?" Jimin tried, kneeling next to Yoongi. "Fine. But for the torture you all are putting me through, make it one of those big tubs of cookie dough ice cream." Jungkook rolled his eyes as he helped Yoongi up from the couch.

"Yeah, 'cuz I'm so terrible for wanting you to get better." Yoongi ignored him as the small cat hopped down and took a seat next to Jimin's leg.

"What are we going to do with him?" Jimin asked to no one in particular as he scooped the cat in his arms and walked away.

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Yoongi pov

I take one last look at my bandages and decide to unwrap them. They we're healing enough for me to take the bandages off but not enough for me to actually want to show them. So, I just slipped on a hoodie and jeans. "Yoongi-ah, are you ready yet?"

"Yeah," I responded as I walked out scrolling through Twitter for what seemed like the fifth time this week.

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I didn't really get to click any hashtags before Seokjin took my phone. "Stop looking for hate comments." 

"I wasn't I s-swear." I say as confidently as I can. Yeah, he doesn't believe my lie one bit. Oh well. "Come eat." He says to me. 

I sit down at the table as Seokjin hands out breakfast to us. "Jimin-ah," I whisper to him across the table. "Eat."