"You didn't know what he was like. I didn't tell anyone. Then you came and I just got weak. I wanted you." Hearing from Suga again, it made his heart sing and he just wanted him to come and save him. And he had. He guessed Suga wasn't entirely gone, he was just a part of Yoongi. With shaking hands, he pulled on his pyjama pants and then pulled on the shirt, numb fingers on working the buttons well.

"Yoongi-hyung, can you help me please?" He felt stupid for not being able to do them but he couldn't seem to get his fingers to work with him and he didn't have the emotional stability to question why.