It's cold.

That's the first thing I thought when I opened my eyes the next morning.

I hated this cold weather so much.

I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it out then headed out into the living room.

When I got inside I saw the guys sitting on the couch but I didn't see Yoongi.

Where did he go now?

"Where's Yoongi?" I ask, sitting down beside Namjoon.

"I don't know. He left last night and hasn't come home. We're all pretty worried." Namjoon says while looking over at me.

Seriously? Where did he go all night long?

I guess it's not really any of my business so I nod and lean back into the couch.

"Aren't you worried too?" Jungkook asks, looking over at me.

"Of course I'm worried but worrying and freaking out isn't going to make him come home." I say and Jin gives me a sad smile.

After many hours it was currently 1:40am.

Just as I was about to text Yoongi to see where the hell he had gone all day he walked through the front door.

"Finally decided to come back I see." I say placing my hands in my joggers pockets.

He doesn't say anything.

"Yoongi?" I question.

Something was different.

Something felt off.

He looks down at me then back ahead and walks away.

What was his deal?

I shrug it off and head to my room.

When I get inside I sit down on the edge of my bed and look around.

I was starting to feel weird.

I felt like something was missing.

I groan and lean back on my bed and let myself fall asleep.
...
"Okay why aren't you talking to me?" I ask upon angrily busting into Yoongi's bedroom.

It had been two weeks now and he barley said anything to me.

He looks up from his computer then back down.

"Honestly." I mumble to myself and walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge.

I take his laptop from his hands and set in at my side earning a frustrated sigh from him.

"Tell me why you're ignoring me." I say but he just leans back on his bed and folds his hands behind his head.

"Oppa come-"

"Stop it, y/n." he says, sounding super serious.

"Then tell me why." I say, just as serious as he was.

"I'm tired, you should leave." he says and I cross my arms over my chest.

"No can do." I say and lean back on his bed.

He looks down at me then stands up and leaves.

I huff and sit up.
I must have seriously done something wrong...

I stand up and walk out to the livingroom where I see all seven guys.

Some on their phones and some talking.

Then there was Yoongi who looked like he was lost in his own little world.

"Ah (y/n)!" Hoseok says once he notices me.

Yoongi doesn't even seem fazed by my presence.

Honestly.

"I'll be home tomorrow, don't bother texting me." I say and walk out the front door.

I didn't know where I was going but the one thing I knew is I didn't want to be here.