12) get him or her to open up

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[night before day 12]

the camp masters gave everyone time to get ready for bed. everyone went from their tents to the clubhouse, either to wash, brush their teeth, or change into their pyjamas.

their camp fire went well, singing acoustic songs, telling horror stories, and eating smores around the fire. everyone was happy about this break from school that they had, well, maybe everyone is happy, but jungkook and yoongi both have a lot of things in their mind.

jungkook was quiet ever since he got back from the cliffside, and even though the others noticed the change in his mood, no one dared to ask him.

the same goes for yoongi, too. jungkook didnt speak to him and just apologized before running off, leaving yoongi confused. the older returned with a straight face, and of course, the others noticed it even if they didnt look at yoongi's face because his presence and aura are enough to know that something's off.

jungkook got out of the cubicle, his iron man pyjamas hanging loose on his bodyframe. he ruffled his hair and brushed his teeth before walking out of the clubhouse.

unfortunately, they would be camping out in tents. but the camp masters were nice enough to let them choose whoever they'll be with in the tent. one tent can accomodate two persons.

jungkook slipped inside taehyung and his' tent and wasted no time diving inside his sleeping bag, sighing as the warm blanket covers his cold body. he sighs again in content and closes his eyes.

taehyung frowns as he looks at the already-asleep jungkook, and he slowly and carefully crawls out of the tent. he slips on his slippers and walks off to find a certain someone that goes by the name min yoongi.

tae sees jin through the window of the clubhouse, putting on his facemask. he runs inside and jin jumps at the sudden noise.

"h-hyu—ay, joesonghabnida, hyung..." tae muttered before bowing down as he melt under jin's glare. jin softens up and tells him to speak up.

"have you, by any chance, have seen yoongi-hyung?"

jin raises his brows. "i think he's at the tent with hoseok. go check."

taehyung bowed and thanked the older before running out to find hoseok's tent. he then heard someone shouting bloody murder, and saw that it's coming from a tent where a guy in neon yellow pyjamas is going in.

"yoongi-hyung!"

the man in neon pyjamas turned around, and taehyung was taken aback. it was hoseok. he swallowed nervously and bowed.

"annyeong, h-hyung. where's yoongi-hyung?"

yoongi stuck his head out from the tent and looked at tae with sleepy eyes. "mwo?"

taehyung sighed once he saw yoongi. "i-it's jungkook..."

yoongi, without further ado, stood up and grabbed a random jacket that was laying around inside their tent. he walked away and the younger followed him.

"what happened?" he asked tae. the younger scratched his head and shrugged.

"he's been down since we got back from uphill. i don't even know what happened but im 100% sure he cried, and that he surely remembered the old days again."

yoongi raised a brow. "old d-days?"

tae nodded. "mhmm. but it's not my story to tell. you need to talk to him, hyung." he pleaded.

yoongi sighed and nodded, following taehyung back to their tent. tae zipped the tent open and gestured for yoongi to come in. yoongi took off his slippers and slid in before zipping it close.

his eyes landed on jungkook, who looks so soft and precious even if he's sleeping. yoongi, who loves cuddles so much, is trying to hold back from cuddling the boy. he crawls closer to jungkook and sighs as he sees his tear stained cheeks.

yoongi raises his hand and debates with himself, if either he should wipe the dried tears away or just ruffle jungkook's hair. he sighs and lays his hand on jungkook's dark hair, and when he felt the soft strands, he cant help but run his fingers through the younger's hair.

jungkook, who's very sensitive even though he's sleeping, shifted in his sleep and muttered incoherent words. yoongi stopped and waited for a few seconds before resuming what he's doing, thus making jungkook squirm under his touch.

"y-yah, taetae... let me sleep aish~" jungkook groaned and wrinkled his nose. when yoongi didnt stop, jungkook tried swatting "taehyung's" hand away, but it kept coming back, and it pissed him off.

he groaned and sat up, his hands rubbing his eyes. "yah! i told you to never ever disturb me while i—am... slee...ping..." he trailed off, the last word coming out merely a whisper. yoongi smiled at jungkook sheepishly, he doesnt know what to say to jungkook if he asks of why he's there.

jungkook's eyes widened. "h-hyung! w-what are you doing here?" he asked in a rushed tone, as if in panic. he doesnt know how he looks like, if his hair is like a bird's nest or like it just got out of a hurricane, if there's a trail of dried drool from his mouth to his cheek or chin, or if his eyes are puffy or red, he doesnt know any of those and it made him feel self-conscious, especially in front yoongi.

yoongi rubbed the back of his head and shrugged. "you suddenly ran off earlier, thought i should ask you of what happened..."

jungkook frowned and looked away. the first person he told about it aside from his own parents is taehyung, and it's understandable especially because tae's his bestfriend.

but yoongi...

yoongi and he may be friends right now, but once yoongi gets out of school and sets off to college, jungkook's 101% sure yoongi wouldnt even remember that he talked to him. such a bitter reality, but it's true, and even if jungkook doesnt want to, he needs to accept it sooner or later.

yoongi sighs and inches closer to the boy, until their shoulders are touching. the older puts a hand on jungkook's hair and ruffles it a bit, earning a groan from the younger.

"what you did earlier was great, kook." yoongi said as he watched the silhouettes from outside the tent.

jungkook raised a brow, confused. "eh?"

"shouting out everything, everything that's in here..." yoongi said as he placed jungkook's hand on his own chest, pointing at his heart.

"things get difficult sometimes, it's part of our life, anyway. it might look like it's strong enough to take you down, but it's all in your head. if you look at it as something that will overpower you, then it really will because you feed it power by fearing it..." yoongi said slowly, unsure of what he's even saying.

jungkook takes in a sharp breath and grips his sleeping bag tighter under his knuckles. he closes his eyes as his thoughts eat him.

"have you ever seen my parents at school, jungkookie?"

jungkook shook his head as he tried recalling anything. yoongi nodded.

"of course you wouldnt. they already passed away, may God bless their souls..." yoongi chuckled lowly.

the younger gasped and turned to the older, who looks like talking about his beloved parents isnt hard for him. it is, but yoongi healed already and got over it a few years later, so it wasnt that much of a big deal to him now.

"im the youngest in our family, and unlike the others, im not the favored one. it's my sister."

"chaelin was the perfect child, the top-notcher of her school, the jack of all trades, the queenka. she was our family's pride, well, she is up to now..."

"but that wasnt much of an issue because i care about her. even though she's older, i treat her like my dongsaeng, tell her everything, protect her from everyone, we were the best of friends."

"but then one day, she decided to play truth or dare, just the two of us. it just so happened that we were in public so i had no choice but to choose truth. that's when she found out who and what i really am."

"i told her im gay and to not tell eomma and appa, and she promised. but then she started treating me like how she treats her girl bestfriends, even putting polish on my nails, and my appa caught us."

yoongi sighed. "at first, he was mad. so mad, i though he was going to explode because of how red my dad was. he started throwing things around, but he didnt hit me, he never did, and maybe it's because chaelin hugged me. maybe if she didnt, he wouldve punched me in the face."

yoongi leaned his head against the younger's shoulder and sighed. "my mom was kinda okay with it, and later on, my dad was, too. but i can tell that theyre not okay okay with it. i can see disappointment in their eyes as i look at them, and it makes me feel bad. i was a shame to our family, even though they didnt treat me as one, the others who made fun of our family, they made sure that i know what they think about me."

"that's when my depression started. ive heard cutting from my friends before because some of them do it, and i tried, and god, it was the best thing ive tried..."

"the warm crimson liquid that flowed out from my pierced skin, it was comforting, mentally and emotionally speaking. it was the comfort i only had, but i didnt know it would get worse."

yoongi chuckled, but it was more of a mocking one. "i tried overdosing with pills and burning myself. i picked up a lighter on a park and brought it home and as soon as i opened it and the hot flame touched my pale skin, it was another level of comfort."

"but then what do you know..." he sighed. "my mom caught me cutting myself using a razor blade, hell she was furious. she quickly called my dad and something i didnt expect happened."

"my dad fucking cried. the asshole fucking cried in front of me. he went down on his knees and asked me why i was doing those things to myself, and when i saw the sadness and anger in his eyes, i suddenly regretted doing everything, everything started to hurt. the pain i shouldve felt the first time i cut, i felt it when my dad cried in front of me. i was disappointed in myself..."

"i volunteered to undergo therapies and other stuff, even went to rehab for a week. but then, what do you know, they got in a car accident while on their way to fetch me from the institute. they left, and the last thing ive given them was pain."

yoongi took jungkook's hand in his. "jungkook-ah, i know that you're not comfortable talking to people about what youve been through, it was very hard for me, too. but whenever you need someone, come and talk to taehyung, or better yet, come to me... im not good at comforting people, but i'll do my best, just so there'll be on less person in this world that would experience the hell ive been through..."

yoongi pulled jungkook in a hug, and as soon as jungkook's cheek touched yoongi's shoulder, he burst into tears, gripping the older's waist as tight as he can, his sobs coming out of his lips like hiccups. yoongi just hugged him and ran a hand through his back, letting jungkook know that someone will be there for him, even if the whole world turns its back against him.

it might already be 2 in the fucking morning, and they might need to wake up at 4 already,

but tonight

what matters is that jungkook's in the arms of yoongi, and yoongi's in the arms of jungkook.

for now

that's all that matters.

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i didnt expect this to turn out like this im so sorry if this is so bad oml ;-;