Yoongi's POV-

"Are you serious?"

"It's not confirmed though. I think I heard that Seulgi lives in your building so she could have been visiting her."

"She might as well live here if that's the case. She's going to be here visiting her every goddamn day."

I walk over to the counter, turning my back to lean against it beside Kook.

"Can I talk to you later Yeol?" I sigh. I really don't want to deal with this.

I hang up the call and toss my phone on the counter behind me before resting my head on Kook's shoulder.

I was strong when I left her house that day and I was strong when I talked to my parents about being done with her treating me like shit, but I don't know if I still am.

It's too soon and she knows that.

Oh God, what if she's looking for me? It wouldn't be the first time she's tracked me down after trying to leave her.

My breathing is starting to pick up as I start panicking. What is she planning? Is she going to try to fuck my life up again?

"I don't know what I'm going to do." I comment quietly, voice shaky, as I close my eyes.

I feel Kook relax a bit as he rests his cheek on my head.

"Let's go back up Yooni." I hear him whisper before taking my hand that's closest to him gently in his then proceeding to lead me out of the apartment.

Despite my soured mood, I still find the corner of my lips lifting in a faint smile at the nickname.

We get out into the hallway and he takes the keys from my shaky hand to lock the door behind us. As we stand, waiting for the elevator it opens to reveal a small, blonde girl.

She moves to walk past us but stops and smiles widely when she seems to recognize Kook.

Does she know him?

"Hi, I haven't seen you for a while!" She says before her eyes travel from Kook to me, then down to our hands.

Her smile falters slightly but is quickly pulled back into place as she says that she has somewhere to go before taking out a piece of paper from her bag along with a pen to write her number on it before handing it to Kook.

"If you are still willing to help me just let me know when you are free." She then waves as she steps around us and goes up the hall.

He stares at the paper in his hand for a moment before putting it in his pocket. He leads me into the elevator and we ride up together.

"I'm glad you've made friends Kook." I say tiredly with an attempted smile.

"Yeah. She wants me to teach her how to box." He answers back casually.

I nod with a hum as the elevator doors open in front of us. It's not really any of my business so I just leave it at that.

Once we are back in the apartment he goes to lead us to the living room but I stop him.

"Actually, I think I just want to go to bed."

"Okay. Let's get you in bed." He smiles as he turns towards the hall, keeping my hand in his.

Once we get to my room he lets go of my hand to walk to the bed, pulling the covers back for me to lay down. I get into the covers and he turns to leave.

I don't want him to leave, but I don't have the courage to ask him to stay. So I watch as he walks to the door, but to my surprise he doesn't leave.

Instead he closes it before turning to come back to the bed. I move myself to the middle of the bed so he can lay next to me. He turns to face me and I'm already looking at him.

"I don't need to know why, but you're upset," He pauses as his eyes move around my face. "Tell me to leave and I will, I just didn't think you wanted to be alone."

"I don't." I whisper.

I turn so I'm laying on my back and he does the same. I move a little closer to him and reach out to hold his hand that is rested on the bed between us.

I hate this. I hate how she does this to me. I haven't even seen her and I am already spiraling. But this time is different because I'm not worried for me...

"Thank you Kook." I sigh as I close my eyes.

The mix of emotions and lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up with me.

Jungkook's POV-

I don't know what that call was about but I've never seen him show so much emotion before.

He was so distraught and angry and maybe even... scared? I could have read that wrong though.

I turn on my side to look at him. His lips are pouted out and his previously furrowed brow is relaxed. He is just so beautiful.

While I'm looking at him I see a tear slide down his cheek to his hairline. I instinctively move my free hand up to gently wipe it away.

He was so upset earlier. Hm, earlier...

I smile as I start to remember what happened. What I wished would have played out longer.

"You were going to kiss me." I say under my breath as I continue to admire his features.

After a few minutes of silence he starts to mumble in his sleep before he turns on his side so he is face to face with me.

He brings himself closer as he continues to mumble and whimper in his sleep.

"Please.... Please...."

He is talking so softly that I'm doubting what I'm hearing. As I continue moving my eyes around his face I see his eyes open slowly before they meet mine.

"Please Kook."

"I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you."

"Don't listen to her."

"Okay." I whisper back.

"Please don't leave."

"I won't. I promise."

I wish I knew what and who exactly we were talking about but he'll tell me when he's ready. I'm going to be patient and not pressure him.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Kook." He says as he closes his eyes and then he moves to cuddle into my chest as he falls asleep again.

.......

Sunday came and Yoongi rarely left his studio.

He wouldn't talk to me. I would try to initiate a conversation or ask if I could do anything for him, on the rare occasion that he did leave to be in the same room as myself, but he would just hum in response or shake his head.

He stayed locked away all day and only came out to get a drink or get some water, other than that he was in the studio.

I thought that by evening he would be feeling better but he was still not himself. He was hyper focused on whatever he is working on but I think it was more about him wanting a distraction.

As the hours passed by and he was still in his studio I decided to get some projects started that were due next week. I was sitting on the couch with my laptop as he walked out of his studio with his blanket around his shoulders.

He walked past me, not sparing even a glance in my direction as he went around the corner and presumably to his bedroom as I heard a door shut.

Not long after I heard his door shut I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my phone and called Chanyeol.

The phone rang and rang but it went to voicemail. Then I thought to call Hoseok so I tried him as well and he didn't answer either.

I was about to try Chanyeol again when I heard Yoongi's door open. Not long after he was standing by the end of the couch, the blanket no longer around his shoulders, with his hands in tight fists.

He was looking at the ground, the piano, out the window, everywhere but at me. I could tell he was uncomfortable.

"Will you please come with me... All I do is lay there and think, but I don't want to think. I just want to sleep."

"Of course I will." I nod, closing my laptop, setting it down on the couch beside where I was sitting before standing up to follow him.

He surprises me when he stretches his hand out for me to take, but I gladly lace my fingers with his and walk to his room with him.

.......

I went to school today as normal. I walked to the first and last classes of my day with Tae, I was bored and distracted in each one but tried to pay attention and at the end of the day I got on the bus to go back to the apartment.

The day really went by like any other, but it was periodically marred with worry. As soon as my mind would wander from the lesson it would drift to Yoongi.

I'm worried about him.

I was relieved when he wasn't at the apartment when I got back. It was actually like a small weight had been taken off my shoulders.

I was hoping Yoongi wasn't there. Not because I didn't want to see him, I always want to see him, but because I thought it would be good if he got back into the swing of things. Went back into his routine after the weekend he had.

As far as I'm aware he slept well last night and I'm pretty sure he was asleep when I got up to get ready for class this morning.

I wanted to know how he was doing at work but I didn't want to bother him, so I thought I'd try Hoseok again.

*RING* *RING* *RING*

"Jungkook, hello!"

"Where have you been?" I huff.

"I've been helping Chan with something. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"I just want to know how Yoongi is doing. Is he okay? How is he feeling?"

"Oh, he's fine."

I scoff. "No he's not. What do you mean?"

"I mean he is in his studio right now. I just came from there. He seems fine. He actually has a song he's working on and it is quite good."

"He has a song because he spent all day yesterday locked in his studio! He isn't fine. I don't know what's going on, and it's none of my business I know, but keep an eye on him okay? Please?"

"W-well, I can't knock his creative process. All I know is the song sounds really great, but I will keep an eye on him."

"His creative process?! He was locked in a room by himself for almost twelve hours straight. He's upset!"

"All I know is that I just saw him and he seems fine."

Okay, what the hell. He can't be serious.

"You're not messing with me right now right?"

"No... of course not."

"Okay..?"

I honestly don't know what to say. What does he mean he's fine? They have known Yoongi for years, I haven't even known him a week and I know he isn't fine.

"Okay well I've got to go. Bye!"

I look at my phone after the call goes quiet to indeed confirm that it was ended. I don't understand.

He is absolutely not fucking fine.