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A lil something before goodbye... 🖤

Um... Hi?
Yes. I'm alive~

Now, to the story~

Third Person:-

They were fighting again. This was the third fight this week.
How did they go from cuddling on the lone couches to not be able to stay in the same room as the other?
Where did all the love go?
Was there any love in the first place? Or was it just attraction and infatuation on his part?

Hobi closed his eyes for a brief second because of a hammering pain at the back of his head as Yoongi continued ranting about another wrong thing that he had done again.

"Why do you always have to leave the door open? I was working inside! I had already told you to not disturb me in the first place, yet you came along and disrupted me and then you don't even-"

"I'm sorry Yoongi Hyung, I was trying to help-", Hobi got cut off by the fuming man in front of him.

"Trying to help? By what? By annoying me?"

"How is it annoying if I ask you to eat-", this time, it was him who cut himself off like that. The pain at the back of his head seemed to be travelling to the center now. It was hard to focus. And Yoongi's loud voice was like a sharp ring in his ears.

This had been going on for a while. The boys were stressed over the new album. Yoongi was over working himself again, and since they didn't live with the others in the dorm anymore, it was harder for Hobi to get Yoongi to come out, as he didn't have the usual support of Jin and Jimin with him.

Most of their time was spent in the studios, alone.

They used to at least see the other's face when they ate dinner. And even though Yoongi was the designated cook, Hobi took up the job for some time.

But this week, Yoongi hadn't been coming out of the studio to eat, the only time he had food properly was lunch in which Jin hyung had to basically force down his throat.

Not wanting to eat alone, and waiting patiently for Yoongi to show up forced Hobi into skipping many meals.
The food always ended up in the fridge for two days before finally being dumped into the trash.

Unbeknownst to him, Yoongi would have some small snacks in the middle of the night, and he never thought of Hobi skipping on the food for him.
He would see the covered up plates, but would be too exhausted to take them out and heat them.

And it seemed as if all those skipped meals were finally catching up to him.

Hobi's little sway of exhaustion went completely unnoticed by Yoongi.

"I'm so annoyed right now. I can't believe you.", With that, Yoongi turned away from Hobi to pick up a bottle of water.

A small gasp escaped Hobi as everything swam in and out of focus when he tried getting up. He leaned down to hold onto something, but before he could touch anything, he was losing his consciousness.

Yoongi turned around in time to see his boyfriend crumple on the ground.

"Hobi, this isn't funny."
His eyes widened in horror when Hobi didn't move for sometime.
"Hobi? Hobi?! HOBI!", but there was no movement.

The next few hours were blurry.
He somehow managed to pick up the boy and take him to the hospital, trembling and crying. He didn't care that people saw him like that. The only thing mattered was on his back seat, still not moving.

Somehow, through the haze of it all, he had called his members, and they hadn't questioned him on the phone. They would've, but luckily, Namjoon had taken up the responsibility at the right time.