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"What the hell is wrong with you lately?" Yoongi's gaze cuts through him like a knife. He's sure his heart stops in his chest as those dark eyes bore into him as if he were a criminal that was about to be handed a life sentence for a crime he never committed. "You know, for a guy who acts like he's clueless ninety percent of the time, you sure ask a lot of questions." "That's because no one will answer them," He whispers, suddenly unsure of himself as his gaze drops down to his shoes. Yoongi takes a step forward, pushing him closer to the wall until his back is flush against it. "What is that supposed to mean?" He glances back up, deep into Yoongi's dead eyes and immediately knows it's a mistake. This isn't the Yoongi that he knows, the hyung who was kind and funny and present. That Yoongi is gone, replaced by someone who looks just like him, save for the eyes that are almost clouded over, as if the Yoongi in front of him right now had no idea himself what was going on around him. Because the Yoongi he knows would never be like this with him. He has to believe that.
My Head Is Haunting Me
