Hey, guys! This part is a bit longer than usual, I hope that's okay. I really enjoyed writing this one and hope you like it as well. It's a little bit angsty, a little bit fluffy <3

*Hoseok's POV*

We were just sorting out some work in the studio before I decided to go back to the dorm. Yoongi hyung had left a couple of hours early and it had me worried. He seemed really pissed off when he left, though we couldn't think of anything that could have happened that might have triggered him.

"Hey, Joon," I called Namjoon over from one side of the studio. The Maknaes were in the recording booth trying to work out some harmonies with Jin hyung. I and Namjoon were supposed to be working on some new lyrics but we were both just killing time until we could go home. We had been working hard all week.

"What's up, Hobi?" He asked, coming over to where I was sitting.

"I think I'm gonna call it a day here and go check on Yoongi," I said, collecting up all the pieces of scrap paper I had scribbled ideas and doodles on.

"Still worried, huh?" Joon asked, kneeling down, helping me collect up all the paper.

"Yeah, we haven't seen him like that in a while." I sighed.

"I know." Joon agreed. "He definitely shook the Maknae's up a bit."

I nodded with a deep sigh, thinking back to what had happened.

Yoongi was in a separate studio, working on some tunes and lyrics. He said that he wanted to work alone so there were no distractions. We didn't think much of it as he usually worked alone anyway. That was until we heard a massive crash come from next door. I and Namjoon were the first to run next door to find out what the hell was going on.

We were met with Yoongi in the hallway, looking like he was about to explode.

"Hyung?" Joon called out before he stormed off. "Hyung, what's going on?" By this point, Seokjin and the Maknaes had come to see what the problem was but they kept back when they saw how stressed out Yoongi was.

"Nothing." Yoongi snapped, causing me to jump slightly, pacing back and forth slightly, clearly wanting to go home. "Everything's peachy."

"Yoongi, what's going?" Seokjin asked, stepping forward, in front of me and Joon.

"Nothing!" Yoongi shouted, turning to our hyung. It annoyed me slightly that he had taken that tone with Seokjin but, I could tell something was deeply troubling him, so I didn't say anything. Seokjin didn't seem too phased, to be honest. "Don't you people listen?"

"You people?" I heard Jimin mumble behind me, his voice was lined with pain and disappointment. Seokjin and Namjoon must have heard him as well as they both turned to look at the Maknae line.

"Yoongs, just calm down buddy," Seokjin said, his voice calm but warning, taking the youngest member's feelings into consideration.

"No, I'm just gonna go," Yoongi said, starting to walk off again.

"Yoongi hyung!" I called after him, really concerned about him. I wanted to know what happened, I wanted to help him calm down.

"Fuck off!" He yelled as he headed towards the building exit.

The exit door slammed behind him, leaving the rest of us to stand there in silence. The hurt ran through me like a tidal wave, but the concern I held for him was stronger.

"If you gonna go, just be careful," Joon said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "You know what he's like when he gets like this."

"I do." I nodded. "That's why I want to go check on him." Namjoon agreed and I left to head to the dorm.

I opened the door and crept into the dorm., completely taken aback by the state of the room was in.

Books from the shelves were on the floor and the coffee table, in the middle of the room, was flipped with all the contents flying everywhere. Yoongi sat on the floor, propping himself up against the kitchen counter, with a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. There were three more empty bottles by his feet. I inhaled, deeply, before walking over to him. It hurt to see him this way.

"Yoongi hyung?" I said, cautiously yet gently, crouching down by his side. He didn't even bother moving away, he just kept looking at the floor. His hair had fallen into his face and I was pretty sure he was trying to hide his expression from me.

"What did I tell you?" He mumbled, his voice hollow and deep. My shoulders drooped, my eyes carefully trained on him.

"To fuck off, if I remember correctly," I replied with a small half-hearted chuckle, wearily taking the bottle from his hand. I was honestly surprised when he didn't stop me. "I heard it pretty clearly."

"Yeah, well..." He started but trailed off. He looked up at me, his eyes were glazed over as if he was holding back tears.

"What's happening, hyung? What's going on?" I asked, placing my hand on his knee with made him pull an expression of annoyance but he seemed too tired to stop me.

"I just want to be able to complete the work." He whined, his voice still low and quiet.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I am trying so hard to finish off the lyrics but every time I do, my mind goes blank and I can't do anything!" He told me, letting his gaze fall to the floor again. "I can't even get myself to work on music because I can't think of anything. It's useless, I'm useless."

"Don't say that hyung!" I scolded, hating hearing him say things like that. "You know this is just burnout. You need to stop working yourself so hard."

"If I don't work hard, I don't get anything done!" He exclaimed.

"That's not true." I sighed. "If you're exhausting your mind and body daily, how can you expect to be able to focus?" I asked, trying to make him think a bit more realistically, but he just looked at me in confusion. I guess the four beers had gotten to him a bit. "Look, would you get in a car that has an empty gas tank and force yourself to drive for twelve hours at a time? Would you get anywhere or would the car break down halfway down the road?"

Yoongi frowned at me, seeming to take this into consideration.

"I guess... I am tired..." He slurred, closing his eyes and letting his head drop again. I thought I had gained his trust enough within the moment, so I moved and sat next to him, leaning his head on my shoulder so he didn't hurt his neck.

"You should get to bed," I suggested.

"I should apologise." He mumbled, unexpectedly, catching me off guard. "To you, Seokjin and... the younger ones." I chuckled slightly at his distorted speech.

"It's okay, hyung." I smiled down at him. "We understand." He nodded against my shoulder before sitting himself up.

"I'm gonna go to bed." He said, more to himself than me, and pushed himself up but to no avail.

"Here, let me help you." I chuckled, helping him to stand up without falling.

"I really am sorry, Hobi." He said in a sleepy voice. I smiled at him as I walked him to his bedroom and laid him down on his bed.

"It's okay hyung," I said, pulling a blanket over him. He snuggled his head into his pillow, seeming to be seconds away from falling asleep. "I got used to your harmless insults years ago." He laughed, quietly, at this before falling asleep.

"Anyway," I laughed to myself, quietly, with a smirk. "The beer will make you pay for it in the morning."

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Hey!

Do you ship Sope?

Do you ship any other members?

I personally don't romantically ship the guys at all but I am just blown away by the incredible friendships in the group. The amount of love and trust they have for each other. MY HEARTUE </3 <3

Anyway, I hope you liked this either way. I loved writing it :-)

Remember,

Love yourself <3