The stress and responsibility began to crush down on me, and I suffered from some sort of anxiety every time I watched a video or heard our music.

I think everyone started to notice something was wrong after a few days. I didn't eat much, and spent much less time with them. I didn't even touch my piano for a whole week (something violently out of character for me).

They all tried to ask me what was wrong, but I wouldn't reply. Countless times they tried to make me eat more, but I stuck to the bare minimum, ignoring the doughnuts and other things they bought for me.

I ended up getting really skinny, and often struggled when we danced.

One morning, on the way to the studios, Tae took me away from the others and we took a different route.

We had been living in the dorm together a few months at that point, and since it was much closer to the studio than my old flat, it meant we rarely visited the coffee shop any more, so a smile crept onto my face as I saw where we were headed.

He ordered me a coffee and we sat down together like we had so long ago.

He looked me in the eye.

"Hyung, what's up? Why are you being like this? You don't understand but what you are doing to yourself doesn't hurt only you... Seeing you like this hurts us too..."

I just looked down at my coffee cup, saying nothing.

"Don't you trust us anymore? What is so bad that you cant tell your brothers? You'll only make it worse by keeping it in, so I am keeping you here until you tell me."

I sighed.

"You think I am joking? Just watch." He said, staring at me and folding his arms, clearly realising he was going to be there a while.

I had never seen him like this before - it really must have been hurting him that I wasn't telling him.

"Y...You see... I don't know where to start..."

"The beginning would be good." Tae smirked.

"Well, it all started at that fan meet - the first one we went to. Most of it was great, but you remember what that girl said to me? The one who threw the papers at my face and ran off?"

"No" Tae lied. He did know, but he also knew that I needed to say it all out loud, from start to finish.

"Well, she said that I let you down, and didn't deserve a place in Bangtan. She told me I should just leave, and that it would give you all a better chance at success." I began. "And when I got home, I went on YouTube and found a whole hate thread about me. It said similar things, like that I was just making a fool of myself, that my music was awful and I didn't deserve to be with people like you..."

As I spoke, Tae's face looked pitiful and he sighed a little.

"So, that is why you've been like this? Because you fear they may be right?" he asked.

"Yes... are they?" I asked. "I honestly don't know what to feel anymore."

Tae looked up at me, holding his cup with one hand, while he got his phone out of his pocket.

"Yoongi... I can honestly say that you are one of the most talented guys I've ever met. Those people who cant accept you are just jealous of your talent. I don't think you understand how important you are to all of us. Without you, there would be no debut songs, there would be no BTS, there would be no friendship. We are all vital to each other in this, but you are one of the most important members."

He showed me the comments section on "No More Dream". This is what they read:

"Oh My Gosh! This song is so incredible! I heard Suga actually wrote it!"

"I know! Suga is the definition of talent! They all are!"

"Good luck in the future boys - give us lots more songs like this please Suga!"

"Yoongi is my Bias! Such talent! You will all go far!"

I had to admit, these words made me feel better, and happy tears of relief threatened to fall.

He showed me a few more, until he got a call from Jungkook.

"Hyung? Are you going to turn up before the next concert?" Jungkook's voice said.

"Sorry - we lost track of time. We'll be there in ten!" Tae chuckled and hung up.

"Come on." he winked at me. "Lets not keep them waiting."

"Thank you Tae, I needed that." I smiled gratefully.

"That's what brothers are for right?" He smiled.

We walked to the studio, and I made sure to give it may all.

Like Tae said, those haters meant nothing. I had to do this - for myself, for my brothers and for the fans.

They all praised me, and Jimin made sure that I ate the doughnut he offered me, by almost forcing it in my mouth, making us all laugh as the icing went on my nose and I desperately tried to lick it off.

It was good to be back.

You never realise how much you need something until you lose it.