I slam the door, the frame rattling from the impact. I stand in the hallway, fighting the urge to go back into the apartment behind me. Leaning back on the door, I try to gather what little composure I have left in me. I walk quickly, throwing my front door open, causing it to bounce off the wall.

At the noise, Tae's head pops around the corner, followed by Jungkook's. Tae smiles but it falls as he takes in my appearance. He rushes to me, grabbing onto my shoulders and searching for any sign of injury. When he can't see anything physically wrong with me, his eyes rest on mine, concern darkening his features. "What's wrong, Chim?"

Tears well in my eyes, spilling over onto my cheeks. A desperate sob claws its way up my throat. Taehyung pulls me to him, holding me close as I shatter into a million pieces.


"Jimin-shi," Jungkook calls, tapping lightly on my door.

"What?"

"Tae ordered pizza, he wants to know if you want some."

I groan, shoving a pillow over my face. I roll off the bed, my feet sinking into the plushness of my carpet as I plod to the door, throwing it open. Jungkook stands in front of me, his hand raised mid knock. I raise my eyebrow at him, "Are we gonna go, or are you just going to look at me all night?" Jungkook blanches, but turns and walks away from me.

I follow behind him, watching bitterly as he walks into Tae's outstretched arms. I roll my eyes at their behavior, making a gagging noise that earns me a glare from both males. I knew that I was being unbearable, always bringing down the mood for them, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I was bitter and in turn, I want them to be bitter as well.

I grab a plate, Tae's eyes following me warily as I stack slice after slice of pizza on my plate. "Jimin," he says hesitantly. I shoot him a glare, daring him to say anything about it. When he doesn't say anything back, I turn to stalk back to my room.

I hear glass breaking behind me, freezing me in my tracks. I turn back around to see Jungkook, face red and hands shaking as he glares at me. "I can't do this anymore," he says angrily.

"Kookies, Jimin's older than you," Tae reminds him, patting his arm in an attempt to soothe the younger boy.

Jungkook pivots towards him, his eyes softening, "Then why doesn't he act like it?" When Tae doesn't offer him a response, he turns back to me, the glare returning to his face. "I've listened to you treat Tae and I like crap for the passed two weeks, Jimin. And we've dealt with it because of how sad you were." He throws his hands up. "But it's been two weeks and it's time that you stop treating the people around you like they're the ones who hurt you. We-" he gestures between Tae and himself, "-are not Yoongi-hyung. So don't take your anger out on us," he finishes, crossing his arms in front of himself.

Tae looks between us, worried for how I will react to Jungkook's outburst. They stand frozen as I walk towards them, brushing passed them to get to the closet. Grabbing a broom, I bring back to the dining room. I approach them, "Don't move. I don't want you to step on the glass." They nod, watching mutely as I sweep the shards into the dust pan. When all the glass is gone, I return the broom back to its home, disposing of the shards in the trash.

"Jungkook, I-"

"Yoongi, I swear to god, if you don't open this damn door," we hear Namjoon yell from out in the hallway.

Jungkook and Taehyung share a look, groans erupting from them. "He's back at it again," Taehyung says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I guess you've been cooped up in your room these passed two weeks," Jungkook observes, before explaining. "Every day, Namjoon comes here and asks Yoongi to open the door," he says, shrugging.

"Does he?"

"Open the door?" He asks. I nod, curious. "No, he's never opened the door."

"Namjoon's starting to worry that he's not eating right. He won't answer his phone or anything," Taehyung adds, taking a bite of his pizza.

"Yoongi," Namjoon's voice carries over to us once again. "Just open the door, please. You've been in there for two weeks."

"Do you think he'll give up?" I ask.

Jungkook shrugs, talking around a mouthful of pizza. "Usually he does by now, so who knows."

"Kook, don't talk with your mouth full," Taehyung chastises. Jungkook rolls his eyes, making a scene of closing his mouth and chewing.

We hear Yoongi's front door open and close, Tae and Jungkook's mouths drop open, their half-chewed food on display. "He got in," Tae whispered.

"I can't believe it," Jungkook adds.

They put their plates on the table, running to put their ears against the wall. I creep up behind them, fighting the urge to join them. "What are they saying?" I ask.

"I can't really hear them," Jungkook admits, pouting.

"Ohhh, wait," Taehyung says, waving his hand out towards me. "Yoongi-hyung is yelling at Namjoon."

"Why?"

Taehyung's mouth snaps shut, his eyes darting to mine. "Nothing," he says, standing away from the wall. He gives Jungkook a look and the younger nods, straightening as well.

"Come on, guys. Tell me what he said," I whine, desperate for any news on Yoongi.

"He didn't say anything, Jimin," Jungkook says.

"Even if he did, why don't you just go talk to him?" Taehyung finishes, grabbing Jungkook and walking back to the kitchen.

I stand in front of the wall, bouncing from foot to foot as I war with myself.

Ignore it, Jimin. You don't care what he's doing.

That's a lie. You care and you know it.

Losing the war, I press my ear to the wall, listening for any sign of life on the other side.

"What do you think you're doing?" Yoongi yells, his voice distant. My heart stutters at his voice, deprived of it's sound for two weeks. I hear Namjoon reply, but my mind is too distracted to make out the words. I press my ear closer, desperate for another dose of Yoongi. Minutes pass and I hear nothing. Standing, I sigh. I move back to the kitchen, ignoring Jungkook and Taehyung's questioning looks. I grab my plate, rushing to my room.

I look at the pizza, my appetite from earlier completely gone now. I set the plate on the desk, sinking into my mattress. I close my eyes, the image of a mint-haired boy with tears in his eyes rising to meet me.


My bed shakes, waking me from my slumber. I look around for the source, my eyes squinting into the light of my ringing phone.

"Yoongi?" I ask, confused, my voice thick with sleep.

I answer the call, placing the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

I wait anxiously for a response, my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear Yoongi breathing, but he doesn't greet me. "Yoongi?" I ask, unsure of whether he meant to call me or not. I shoot up in bed as I hear a clattering on the other side of the line, panicked voices flooding my ears.

'Is he okay?'

'Is he breathing?'

'He's unconscious.'

'Someone call an ambulance!'

An ambulance?

"No no no no no," I cry, gripping the phone tighter. "Yoongi? Yoongi! YOONGI!" I call, praying to hear his voice answer me. I hear movement on the other line, my heart stopping.

"Hello?" Someone greets me. My heart drops because it's not Yoongi. "Hello?" They call me again.

"H-Hello," I answer, getting a hold of myself.

"U-Uh, your friend-"

"His name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi," I inform him, gripping my phone.

"Yoongi, then. It seems he's fainted. We called an ambulance, and they should be here soon. Do you want to stay on the line with me until then? Or do you want me to hang up and have them call you when they get here?"

"St-Stay on the line with me please," I beg, too scared to risk getting off the line. I stand, searching through the darkness in my room for something to wear. I bang my head on my desk, a pained hiss escaping between my teeth. A minute later, I hear a knock on my door.

"Jimin?" Taehyung calls, concern in his voice. "Can I come in?"

"U-Uh yeah, go ahead," I say.

The door cracks open, light spilling in from the hallway. "It's the middle of the day, Jimin, why is it so damn dark in here?" I shrug, continuing my search. "Open the curtain you fool," he demands, but I ignore him. Snorting, he flips on the light switch, momentarily blinding me. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

"Long story but let's just say that I'm going to have to leave soon."

"Why?"

"Didn't I just-"

"Sir?" the man asks, stopping my sentence.

"Yes?" I ask, worried.

"They ambulance is taking him to the hospital." My heart drops at his words. "They said that it seems like an emergency, said it is an emergency. You might want to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I'm going to give them the phone for his personal belongings." he informs me.

"Oh- uh, thank you," I say, but he's already hung up. I run passed Taehyung, shoving my phone in my pocket.

"Jimin!" he calls after me. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta go! I'll call you later," I shout, slamming the door shut behind me.

Hold on, Yoongi. I'll be there soon.