Hobi wasn't himself since we began talking. He hasn't been answering my calls, he's been ignoring my texts and hes just been so cold lately. I didn't want to ask him about it as not to offend him, but I couldn't help wondering of he was okay.

Was he sick? Did something happen to him that he's not telling me about? Or, worst of all, was it something I did? I tried asking Yoongi or Taehyung about it but they said he was fine. I've only ever seen him in class, even then he seemed to be quiet and calm. 

My god, he was so calm. I was worried. What if I was just crazy and Hobi was fine? What if Jimin said something to him and now he's angry at me? 

I shouldn't worry, he was probably just being quiet. But thats just the problem; Hoseok being quiet. He's never quiet. Normally, he's so extra, always singing and dancing and running around. I wanted to call him but I knew he wouldn't pick up. 

Still, it was worth a shot. I dialed his number and pressed the phone to my ear. It rang once, twice, three times. I was about to hang up when I heard a quiet, "hello?" 

"Hobi!" I said. 

"Hey (Y/N).." He was still quiet. 

"Why haven't you been answering me? I've tried to call at least a dozen times!" I swiched my phone over to my other ear. "A-are you okay?" 

He sighed. "I'm sorry..." 

"Are you getting enough sleep?" It was a stupid question, but I needed to ask. 

"no." I was about to yell at him for not sleeping when he began speaking again. "I miss you. You never come over." I opened my mouth to reply, but I didn't know how.  "Can you?" 

"Do you want me to bring anything?" 

"Stuff for you to sleep in." He said sweetly. He wanted to nap with me. That was sweet. 

"Um..okay." I grabbed some pajamas, black shorts and a black t-shirt that said 'fuck you.' "I'll be right over." I stuffed the PJ's into my bag along with a toothbrush and my facial cleanser. I grabbed my keys, shoved my phone in my pocked and headed over to Hobi's dorm. 

His dorm was close to my apartment complex and I was there in 10 minutes. I knocked on the door and Namjoon answered. Namjoon was his dormmate but was rarely ever in his room. "Taking a break from your one-night-stands?" I smirk at him. Namjoon scoffs and pulls me inside. "Where's Hobi?" I ask. 

"On the other side of the curtain in our room." They were lucky with their dorm room, it wasn't a studio dorm like mine was last year. I knocked on the door to the bedroom and Hobi answered with a smile. 

"Hey." he said. He really wasn't getting enough sleep. He had intense dark circles, his skin was borderline translucent and his voice was rough. 

"What happened to you?" I asked him. 

"I told you, I can't sleep." He gives me a week hug. He smells like grapefruit, which is the flavor of his face wash. I walk into his room and sit on his bed. He comes and joins me. 

"Why can't you sleep?" I ask him. He lays back on the bed, crossing his arms under his head. 

"You'll understand when I tell you." He puts a finger over his mouth. "Shh. It's a secret." 

"Do you want to sleep now?" I ask him, pulling my clothes out of my bag. He smiles and the room lights up. He really is the actual sunshine, isn't he? 

"Only if you cuddle with me." He smirks. I nod. 

"Would you like that?" He nods enthusiastically. I breathe out of my nose slowly and head to the bathroom to change. And just like that, I am cuddling with a sweet little Hoseok.