Apple | Taegi✔️

Six

[pls re-read the last part of the last chapter if you don't remember what happens lol ik i took a while to write this chapter so u may be lost]

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  Yoongi cried himself to sleep a week before they're supposed to film the music video for Dynamite. He cursed to himself after he woke up. The window in his room wasn't covered, the setting sun shining through and overwhelming him right off the bat. He covered his eyes and turned around in his bed so that the sun would stop hurting his eyes. Then he had time to suddenly remember everything that happened earlier this morning.

  His heart ached immediately after trying to collect himself. Shit. He felt like shit.

  Sudden thoughts kept digging their way into his head. Maybe Taehyung really is just busy. But he was watching a movie with Hoseok instead. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore. I may not seem like the friendliest person, but I try to be. Especially for him. Yoongi frowned. He had a headache and he hadn't eaten anything since he ate some crackers this morning. Usually he starts his day with a banana or an apple, but this week was different. Fruit felt worn out now. Maybe it was because it no longer help the right value.

  He hates me.

  I did something to upset him and now he hates me. I'm no longer his little hyung. I'm just Min Yoongi, someone he's forced to work with that he doesn't want to. But, what did he do? Taehyung was absolutely fine the day they cuddled. Maybe that's why, though. Maybe Yoongi shouldn't have let his walls down. Maybe he shouldn't have forced his problems onto Taehyung. Taehyung didn't want to hear about any of that shit. Why would he pressure Taehyung into listening like he did?

  What was Taehyung going to do? Leave Yoongi crying? No. So Yoongi forced his emotions on poor Taehyung, and now he's disgusted at his hyung.

  Yoongi frowned as he held tighter onto his blanket. It was the only thing that could keep him safe now. His poor pillow was the only thing he could lean and cry on now, and now that Yoongi thinks about it, he's even forcing his pillow into holding in his emotions. Just like he had forced Taehyung.

  "I'm sorry." Yoongi whispered into his pillow, which somewhat had the scent of Taehyung on it. It was Taehyung's old pillow that he didn't want, that he had given to Yoongi. Yoongi groaned at the scent and he turned back over, but then the sunset was shining in his face again. "Ugh, leave me alone." He pouted at his window. A sudden knock on his door made him look across his room. "Y-Yeah?"

  A shuffle. "You good in there?" It was Jimin who questioned him. No, I'm not okay.

  "Why?" Was what he asked instead. He rolled his eyes at himself. "Yeah, I'm good."

  Jimin must not have believed him. He pushed on the door lightly and tried to turn the locked knob. "Open the door." He twisted harder. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the harsh sound of his door being played with.

  "Go away." He huffed. Jimin hit the door, startling Yoongi, making him sit up. "Don't break my door." Yoongi threw his blanket off of him and got out of bed, immediately looking into his mirror on the wall and regretting it soon after. He looked like a mess. Strands of hair was sticking out everywhere and his eyes were red and puffy, his mouth a frown.

"Damn, Jimin." Yoongi sighed as he walked towards his door, the hard floor pressing against his wobbly feet. He unlocked the door and stood there waiting. "You couldn't have picked a worse time. I look like sh—"

"Hyung." Jimin burst through the door and almost fell over Yoongi as he immediately threw his arms over the older, pulling him into a soft hug. Yoongi's chest stumbled and fell into pieces at the feeling of compassion that was shooting from Jimin. Yoongi hugged him back momentarily. He didn't want to have to lean on others. He did that with Taehyung, and look where it got them.