"I like that."

"Like what..?"

"Seokie. I like it. But, I'll only let you call me that if you let me call you Yoongs. All the time."

I thought for a moment. I actually don't mind it coming out of Hoseok's mouth. But...
"Okay. Deal." Did I really just-

"Yay~" he cheered. I stayed quiet and adjusted my earbuds.

"Yoongs?"

"Hmm..?"

"Can you smile for me? Genuinely?"

I gave him a small smile.

"No, one with your teeth...And not as creepy." he said, pouting a bit.

"I don't know...Maybe..?" I said, unsure if I even had the power to.

"What makes you happy?"

"Kumamon..." I mumbled. "UH, I MEAN-" He laughed as I stuttered. "You seem very mature, but you really are a child at heart."

I blushed. "N-No I'm not...I'm a man of seriousness. I'm...Very serious."

"You're a man of silliness. You're very silly."

"Shut up..."

"Make me."

"Is that a challenge?" I smirked a bit, and he returned it. "Indeed it is."

"Well then, challenge accepted."

"Man of silliness..." He said, quietly.

"You don't know me."

"Yes I do."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Nah."

"Yah."

"This is gonna go on forever if I don't stop."

"True true."

- - -

We pulled into the parking lot of the small Café, my heartbeat speeding up a bit. This could be Jin...The Jin...Who...Who Left without warning...

I shook off the sad feeling and looked at Hoseok who had a worried expression. "W-What..?"

"Are you...Okay..? You looked...Horrified..."

"I-I did..?" He nodded. "Oh...I'm just...Remembering." 

I reached for the car door handle, but before I could, I heard a clicking noise. "Did you just...Lock it..?" I turned to him, confused.

He nodded. "I want to ask you something."

"G-Go on..."

"I know this is a bit late, but...Namjoon and Jin wanted me to bring a date, and I was wondering..." He blushed. "If you would want to count this as a-a date? You don't have to or anything, I just thought-"

"Sure."

"What?"

"I said sure. Why not. Couldn't hurt. You get?"

He smiled and nodded. "Y-Yes!"

"By the way, I could've gotten out of the car the whole time." I said, opening the 'locked' door.

"Oh...I forgot. Silly me~" he said as he got out as well.

He locked the car and started walking to the door.

Shit shit shit. I'm freaking out...Not here...Not now...Move! Move damnit! I stood still in place. I can hear my heartbeat...Stop...Please stop...I don't want this anymore...
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
"Please..."

Hearing Hoseok's voice, I came back to my senses a bit. I slowly looked at him.

I could feel the tears running down my face.

"Yoongi...Please...Come back..." He shook me lightly. "I want to help..! Let me help you..!" He cupped my face in his hands.

"I want to help! Let me help you!" Those words...

I slapped his hands away. "NO! STOP! I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" My eyes widened. What did I...

The last time someone said that to me was...

Shit.

He looked heartbroken, almost on the verge of tears.

"I-I didn't mean it...I-"

"I know when I'm not wanted." He said as he turned around and began to walk away.

No.
I'm not going to let this happen again.
Not again. Not ever.
I grabbed onto his left wrist, turning him around. Causing what they call a 'KDrama Arm Grab'.

"Hoseok, please. You have to understand..."

"Understand what?" He said with a rude tone.

"I-I don't know what kind of life you've had..." I began, "But...You have to understand that...If I p-push you away..." My eyes started watering. "Don't just accept that I don't need you...Be-Because..." I took a deep breath. "I do! I need you! You've made me happy, something that no one else could do...If you leave me...I don't know what I would do to myself..." Tears slid down my cheeks. "P-Please stay...Don't leave me...Please..."

"Yoongs..." I looked up at him. He stayed silent for a moment.

"I was...Depressed for a while as a teenager, and I got over it by... Talking to myself...Being alone. I was so social, that peer pressure got to me..." He took a deep, shaky breath. "They made me do things I didn't want to do. My coping mechanism was...Being alone...How does...Being neglected feel..?"

"Like you're slowly dying...Like you're reaching out, waiting for someone to take your hand and get rid of the pain, but...Nobody came."

"That's..Deep...I felt like I was a Butler or something. Do this, do that...Mine isn't as bad as yours considering...Now..."

"I'm a mess, I know." I chuckled a bit.

"Hey Yoongs..?"

"Hmm?"

"After this, let's do that thing girls do. Have sleepovers and tell each other things. Like that."

"Uh, sure."

"Let's go inside then."

"D-Do I look okay..?" I asked.

"Like a prince." He responded with a smile, gently taking my harmed hand.

- - -

"Namjoon! Jin!" Hoseok said, smiling.

I looked at Jin.

Shit.
It's him.
It's him it's him it's him.
Play it cool, don't die.
I hid behind Hoseok, taking all three of them by surprise. Jin didn't see me, but he will whether I like it or not.

Nice job, idiot.

"Awh, who's this~?" Jin said in a soothing voice. I can feel you staring at me.

"This is my date." He pushed me a bit, signaling I should stop hiding like a fucking coward. Well, that's mostly me speaking.

I didn't exactly move. "Seokie I'm...Scared..."

"I'll be with you. Take deep breaths, okay? Calm down."

I adjusted my earbuds again, then did as he said, slowly, peeking my head up from behind Hoseok.

I could see Jin's confused face, probably thinking, 'Do I know this kid?'

He gasped, his eyes widening.

"Yoongi..?"

- - -

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