Chapter Three.

"Can you just stay with me? Can you just promise me?"

Warning: profanity used, and self-harm mentioned.

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Jungkook's POV

I wake up to the sun filing through the curtains, leaving a soft yellow-ish tent on the bed. The sound of birds chirping faintly could be heard.

Wow, this mattress is really comfy- how did I get in here?!? This isn't my room. Oh wait, my roommate brought me here yesterday.

A muffled ding emitted from my phone, which alerted me that someone texted me.

Confident gay: Guess who just arrived?

I chuckled at my best friends extra personality. He was the definition of extra, if you were to look it up in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Min Yoongi.
Or so I thought.

Jungcock:
Slim shady?

Confident gay:
Fat chance

Jungcock:
I wish it was Slim shady

Confident gay:
WOW, YOU DONT WANNA SEE ME?!? DUCK YOU TOO, BISH

  Jungcock:
Duck? Okay then...

Confident gay:
SHUSH MY CHILD. JUST TELL ME YOUR FL- DORM NUMBER.

Jungcock:
Okay, it's on the top floor, room 403. The elevators are broken, so you have to use the stairs to get up here.

Confident gay:
What?!? The elevators are working down here just fine, what's with urs?

Jungcock:
Dunno, they just told us the elevators aren't working from the 5th floor and up. Don't ask me.

Confident gay:
ISTG, WTH. IM NOT IN THE MOOD. But whatever, I'll be there whenever.

Jungcock:
Okay, byeee

I chuckled, the elevators weren't actually broken, I just want him to walk up flights of stairs for no reason.

I thought about the difference between our personalities. He's so extra and I'm so laid back, I wonder how we can stand each other. Or at least that's how it is for the time being.

I walked into the shared living room that was messy, but cozy.

Gah, Imma need to clean this place up.

I walked through the living room and went to my room. I grabbed my duffel bag and changed into a white T-shirt, jeans and Timbs. The superior outfit, fight me about this. Jungkook... Who are you talking to? I shook my head.

I stepped out of my room, looking for Taehyung. He wasn't in his room nor the living room. Obviously not in my room, maybe he's using the restroom?

I walk to the restroom and knock on the door before entering to find out that he's not there either.

I check the study room and the kitchen too but none of which had Taehyung in it.

Where could he be? Did he leave already? Why didn't he tell me?

Wait.

Since when did I care so much? This was never part of the actual plan, not even the s-

My thoughts were interrupted by constant hard bangs on the door and yell's from a madman.

I already knew who it was so I walked to the door and opened it while stepping back so I wouldn't get punched.

"MY MAN, MY MAN," Yoongi yelled at me.

"No," I said as I walked away, into the kitchen.

Yoongi followed me into the kitchen, close behind me. I turned around to face him when I stopped abruptly. He was sweating profusely.

"You good? You're sweating like you just ran a damn marathon," I stated as I looked at the beads of sweat that were rolling down Yoongi's face.

"Well, the damn elevators are broke, so I had to take the ding dang stairs. You're my best friend, you should know I don't do exercise," Yoongi said as he looked around the kitchen.

"So, is your roommate cute?" Yoongi asks me.

"Um, I haven't really gotten a good look at his face yet..." the only times I have seen him was when he was acting insane and flailing his arms around like a new-born deer. The other time was when it was late at night, so I couldn't see anything.

Yoongi looked at me with confusion written on his face, brows slightly furrowed.

"What do you mean you 'haven't gotten a good look at him'?" He asked as he sassily shifted his weight to his left leg.

"I said I haven't really looked at him."

"Disappointed, but not surprised," Yoongi said as he clicked his tongue.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I looked at him with slight confusion.

"I dunno man," he said as he walked away, looking through my dorm, er- flat. It seems he has found the living room because the footsteps stop.

I went into the living room and saw he wasn't there.

I went to the study room and saw Yoongi, taking up the whole couch. He was lying down and stretching out his back.

"Wow, just gonna take my couch from me? Tsk, I see how it is," I said as I close the door and then sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

"Out of all places, why the study room with the dusty couch?" I ask as I look around the dusty room and cringe.

"It's aesthetically pleasing and plus the abandoned room has shades of oranges, yellows, and reds. It reminds me of two things, " he says with no emotion.

"What're the two things, hyung?"

"Something from my past that's really hazy, and a person."

"Who?"

"J-" he was cut off.

It seems as if everything has been cut off lately.

I hear the front door click open along with some slight pants. The pants get louder and louder but it doesn't seem as if the person is getting closer.

As if they can't calm down.

"Tae? You here?" I call out.

No response.

"Taehyung?" I call out once more, growing worried.

I look at Yoongi with a confused face in which he returned. I open my mouth to call out again while getting up and starting to head towards the front door with Yoongi right behind me, to back me up if needed.

"Tae-" I was interrupted by a loud thump that echoed around the flat.

I gave a quick worried glance at Yoongi before running through me and Taehyung's flat, all the way to the front door.

What I find in front of the door it absolutely horrific. What makes it worse to is Yoongi yelling at me.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? I WAS AWAY FOR ONE FULL DAY AND YOU'RE ALREADY TRYING TO KILL THIS HUNK OF MEAT CALLED YOUR ROOMMATE??" Yoongi yells in my face.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? FIRST OFF, HE PASSED OUT, HE DOES NOT HAVE A FUCKING KNIFE THROUGH HIS CHEST," I shouted back while glaring at him before running to Taehyung's side to see if he's alright.

I've been through situations like these multiple times so I know how to stay calm.

On the outside, he looks fine other than being very pale and fragile looking. But I'm 99.9% certain that he's not fine in the inside.

I pick him up with ease to bring him to his room.

Wait. Why the heck does he weigh this much? He feels like he weighs as much as a pillow... this isn't right... who in the world are you Kim Taehyung?

I lay him on his bed and go grab some clothes that look pretty comfortable from his closest and back over to him.

I start to take off his shirt without thinking when I jump upon hearing a voice behind me.

"Woah man... that's pretty gay...." I turn around to find Yoongi looking at me with an eyebrow raised, I roll my eyes at him.

"Shut up and go fuck yourself, " not even being flustered by the situation.

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A/n okay sooooo..... hope you guys like it...?

BTW.... this is what Yoongi looked like when he was sweating.... you're welcome.