Taehyung wandered to the bathroom on his lunch break, pushing the stubbornly heavy wooden door to the almost silent bathroom. The sound of the faucet dripping and hitting the metal bottom of the sink rang off the walls, and the sounds of sniffling mingled with the soft plink. He silently wandered to the stall, noticing the sniffles growing louder into soft sobs. Peeking under the stall quietly, he noticed what was undeniably Min Yoongi's bag propped against the door and his worn-out converse playing peek-a-boo from underneath the bathroom stall wall.

Sliding into the stall beside of him, he quietly locked the door and took out his pen with a sliver of paper, scrawling a quick note in pretty penmanship to the older.

'yoongi hyung,

I know you're in there. please smile, I can't live with myself if I let you be sad. if you need anything, I'm here.

kth'

He tucked his shoes up onto the closed toilet seat, sliding the note under the door and knocking gently on the side of the stall. The cries stopped and Yoongi had quickly snatched the paper up, doing what Taehyung had assumed was reading it.

Next thing he knew, a small paper was slid underneath the stall back to him, and the sniffles slowed. He bent down to pick up the paper, careful not to crumple up the edges.

'kth,

you're really something, aren't you?

yoongi.'

He huffed softly, gently biting the end of his eraser, scribbling a quick reply before shoving it under the stall again. Hearing a light chuckle from the older made a small smile spread across the younger's face, a small giggle tumbling from his lips.

"I like your laugh," He heard the hum of Yoongi's smooth, velvety voice from the other side. His cheeks dusted pink, he feverishly wrote 'shut up!' on a note and shoved it under the stall, fleeing the bathroom before Min Yoongi could turn him into a flustered mess.