Namjoon gripped onto Yoongi tight and pressed his face into his neck. There was something about Yoongi's scent, it was always reassuring - even though he reeked of smoke and beer. That was the trouble with clubs, they smelled terrible. He sniffed and tried to get himself together, holding on tight. "I'm sorry, hyung. I'm really sorry. I just -- I'm cold and tired, I don't feel good about anything and I don't know why. I just don't feel happy."

And he didn't really blame Yoongi but who else did he blame? Nothing felt right.

"I don't go to school any more, hyung." He loved to study, to learn, his teachers kept telling him that he could do amazing things but he couldn't. And going to school just kept making him feel worse so he stopped. And now he had nothing. He waited for Yoongi to leave in the morning, sneaked back into the apartment and hid there. And did nothing all day.