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Summary: When Yoongi is drowning in anxiety and depression, finally coming to a snapping point as he spirals out of control, he goes to his only hyung, desperate for comfort.

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Yoongi got up from his chair in frustration, tears building in his eyes.

He felt childish for crying, but the song he was trying to produce just wasn't coming together like he'd hoped.

The boys were on a short break, so Yoongi had taken some of his equipment from his studio to work on a song, despite the boys telling him to just enjoy their month off.

Yoongi was too stubborn to listen, as it seemed, because the six other boys had to watch the second oldest carry his big, heavy, expensive equipment into the house with a sheepish blush, avoiding their eyes and putting on a big boy face as he carried his materials to his room.

But now, he felt embarrassed at bringing his things, on their break, when he was already so stressed out. Nothing was working, and there were so many built up feelings inside of him.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep for two days straight. He wanted to cry. He wanted his hyung. He-

Wait. Huh?

He wanted his hyung?

Yoongi stopped in place where he was in the middle of his room, his brain racing in his head with thoughts, stopping at the last one.

At the realization of how much he needed his only hyung at that moment, a pitiful cry racked through him, causing his whole body to shake and tremble, as if he was terribly shivering despite the hot room he was standing in.

He felt homesick for his hyung, despite him being in the same house, and as if Jin was his mother who could provide him comfort.

He felt like a child for feeling this way, but he was too far gone in a bad headspace to feel too bad about it.

He took a few deep breaths, at feeling a sudden panic attack rising.

The fact that he was feeling so many things right now made him even more overwhelmed, and he felt even more childish for spiralling out of control like this, like he was overreacting.

Overreacting to what, though? His panic-riddled mind was too hazy to know.

Yoongi thrust his door open, letting tears fall down his face as he desperately walked somewhat normally to his hyung's room, hoping the older man was in there.

He didn't even bother knocking when he got there, instead, throwing the door open.

"Hyung!" He cried, looking around the room frantically.

"Hyung!" He cried again, a little more desperately into the seemingly empty room.

He felt so miserable and depressed, and now Jin wasn't there, the person he needed.

Yoongi cried as he walked to Jin's messy, unmade bed that would cause Hobi to have a fit, and pulled the many layers of covers back.

He climbed in, and put the covers back around himself, breathing in the lingering, faint smell of his hyung's body wash and shampoo, and the laundry detergent he used on his bedding and clothing.

Yoongi cuddled into one of Jin's pillows, hugging it and pretending it was his hyung, no matter how childish it was.

He had started to drift to sleep when the door of the room opened fully, Yoongi having left it open a crack in his delirious state of finding his hyung.

Jin walked into his room, having assumed someone was in there already.

He thought it was Hobi, to come and tidy up because he couldn't resist it, but was surprised when he saw Yoongi, and the clear tear tracks going down his face.

"Yoongi-yah!" He exclaimed, conserned.

Yoongi's eyes popped open upon hearing his hyung's voice, and he immediately started tearing up again.

"Hyung!" He cried, repetitively.

He held his arms up towards Jin like a baby would to their mother, asking to be picked up and cradled.

Which is just what Yoongi needed right now.

Jin understood what Yoongi was signifying, but was confused, since Yoongi never seeked out attention like this from the members.

Most of the physical affection he showed them, was holding their hands.

Jin knew how Yoongi had been in a bad headspace lately, but he didn't think it was this bad to where the boy would be seeking him for comfort.

Jin shut his door, and walked across the room.

Like Yoongi, he was still in his pyjamas.

He got into his bed next to Yoongi, and cautiously reached out for the younger.

Yoongi immediately clung to him, sniffling into his chest.

He wrapped his legs around Jin's torso, wrapping his arms around his chest and back.

He was like a koala.

Jin was again shocked by Yoongi's behavior. Never in the nine years of knowing Yoongi had the younger showed this kind of behavior to any of the members except for Namjoon. And even then, that was years ago.

Jin, however, reciprocated the younger's affections, wrapping his own, bigger arms around the boy.

He pulled him closer to his body, placing a kiss to the top of his head, which caused a sob to go through Yoongi.

Yoongi clutched onto Jin, finally beginning to feel himself coming back to earth.

He cried into Jin's chest, wrapped around him, for what felt like hours.

He's not sure how long it actually was, but the whole time, his hyung whispered comforting words into his ear, kissing all over his head, rubbing his back and giving his arms reassuring squeezes.

When Yoongi finally calmed down, he was exhausted. His tears left him dried up and slumped against Jin, limp.

He tilted his head up, staring into Jin's eyes hopelessly.

Jin stared back, gently stroking the hair out of the way of Yoongi's eyes.

"What's wrong today, Yoongi. Tell hyung what's making you this way," Jin whispered.

Yoongi's eyes became glossy, but he didn't have any tears left to cry out.

He shrugged half-heartedly.

"I don't want to talk right now, hyung. Can you just hold me?"

Jin nodded, so Yoongi put his face in the crook of Jin's neck.

"Go to sleep, baby," Jin whispered, taking into account the deep bags Yoongi had developed.

Yoongi nodded, and it seemed his hyung's permission was the only thing he needed in order fall asleep.