Only Six

IV

"Yoongls you still asleep? I brought food, don't know if you can eat though," I say walking up the stairs. Bag of food in my hand.

"Who the hell?" I hear a quiet grumble coming from the studio. "It's me Yoongi, your friend." I call a smile on my face.

I open the door and walk in to see him sitting at the desk working on a song. He's looking at me. "Whatever you bought smells good."

"Ya I know it's been bugging me the whole drive home. Oh right can you eat or are you stuck with the torture of being able to smell food and not eat it?" I ask him walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"No I can't eat, but it's fine because I never liked eating much. I would always forget to." He says sitting next to me on the couch.

"Well that sucks, don't you ever crave something?" I ask him starting to eat.

"Ya, but being honest I miss people more. I thought that when I died that the pain would go away" he cut himself off.

"But it just got worse?" I question making him nod. "How did you die? If you don't mind me asking."

"I- I- I" he couldn't say anything other than 'I'

I set my food on the table and pull him into a hug. I rub his back calming him down. "I thought that I wasn't important." He finally got out.

"I regret it so much, I watched as my best friends beat themselves up over my death. I never got to say I'm sorry, or I was wrong. For a while, I followed them around watching as they lived there lives without me. None of them moved on. Hoseok blamed himself the most, there were days that he wouldn't leave the bathroom. Jimin didn't talk to anyone for weeks and when he finally did it was all curse words. Namjoon devoted himself to be the best leader he possibly could trying to micromanage everything. Jin cooked excessively only leaving the kitchen once or twice a day, but he himself wouldn't eat any of the food. Tae spent hours and hours in his bed crying and screaming about how he should have been home. Jungkook I think was the worst though he just sat in his room all day didn't talk, cry, scream, eat or even move. He just sat there on the floor eyes closed. I thought that when I was gone that they would be happier, that they wouldn't have to deal with a depressed guy who forgets to eat and sleeps all day, who likes the quiet despite having loud friends."

I started crying with him, not knowing what else to do I just sat there and cried. Hugging tightly on to him.

I wasn't expecting that kind of a confession and I'm pretty sure he didn't either.

"Yoongi." I say once we both stop crying. He's still hugging me and I don't plan on letting go of him anytime soon.

"I need your help, I'm gonna find your friends, and I'm gonna tell them everything you wished you could say." I say making him look at me.

"Well, I know where one of them is." He says. "But I don't want to go right now. I don't think I could take visiting them again. At least right now."

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We spend the next few weeks fixing up the house putting everything back to the way it was, cleaning up the yard, and repainting the house inside and out.