It has been a few weeks since Yoongi started to feel himself stuck in a corner of his mind. Everything in his life, even work, was like a messy woll ball that he just couldn't find a way to untangle it.

He lean his back on the chair, spinning around as his eyes looked aimlessly into the ceiling. He just didn't know how to regain those feeling that had gone or he didn't even know how to called this thing he was having.

Angry?

Sad?

Disappointed?

Useless?

Whatever it is, he only knew it started to form the day Seokjin had gone from his life.

All he remembered was what he saw after he drove home. He opened the closet to find something to change, just to found Seokjin's side was empty. He walked into the bathroom, just to found all his things from the toothbrush to Seokjin's favorite body lotion had gone. It was then that he realised Seokjin had really gone. And it like another wave that hit in his already unstable mind. He didn't cry or scream, all he knew was Seokjin would never be home as the light in his eyes vanished, leving an empty look in them.

He thought he was going to return to the lifestyle he had before Seokjin walked into his life, maybe with some pain in the heart, when all he ate are those pre-made food or some ramen, when he can stay in the studio without being disturbed and focus on doing all his work.

But it wasn't that easy. He was completely wrong. He couldn't eat those food anymore as he had grown used to the hot homemade food that the other made. He couldn't sleep in the studio, without knowing that there wouldn't be Seokjin's figure laying by his side. And the worst was that he couldn't even produce a second of music or a sentence of lyrics. He didn't know why but he also couldn't pretend not to know that it all started to happen when Seokjin left. He also couldn't refuse the fact that the time when they still giving each other affectionate love was when he could produce the masterpieces of his life.

- Fuck!

Yoongi mumbled to himself before walking out of the studio, wanting to grab a coffee as the vending machine, seeking for a change in atmosphere, but got a sight of Namjoon there instead. He hesitated for a second. Who wouldn't, especially you just have complicated issue with your friend's brother, who also your lover. But instead of turning away, he decided to stand there, waiting for Namjoon to done selecting the drink, eyes looking to the wide range of selection in the machine as he still feel awkward to look at the man's face. As he scanned through the drink, he spotted Namjoon choose Seokjin's favorite chocolate, together with the usual coffee, and before he knew it, he was already holding the other's wrist.

- Wait. Seokjin...He is here right?

-You finally care where he is now? - Namjoon replied, eyes glancing Yoongi from the corner of his eyes as he didn't bother to look the guy straight in the face.

- I...

- If you are done, I'll go then. - Namjoon walked a few stepped before pausing, not even mind to turn around - I know you have always love him and the feeling is there but to be honest, with what you have done, I must say I'd do anything to stop him from being hurt again.

A simple sentence was like a blade, pierce through the heart of Yoongi.

How can I ever get back to you?