A/n: Aiite, so here's the thing. I'm finally getting my head together and I feel refreshed and rejuvenated (honestly, I think Vanilla milkshake can bring about world peace, but that's just me XD). So I will give you guys a little bit of them feels before we go aboard our soft train~ Honestly, I love writing sweet Taegi, they're a sweet ship, after all. So bear with this until next chapter ~~~

Summary: Yoongi contemplates on whether he deserves showing his feelings and Taehyung assures him it is okay. (lame summary but, oh well)

Warning: This might get a little OOC Bangtan and might also go against everyone's perceptions of their supporting pillar but it felt right when I wrote this fic and I'm going to keep it that way. 

Bangtan was a unit. It was an unbreakable team. One where everyone supported each other, was there for each other, looked out for each other. And to keep this unit strong, to keep it motivated, to keep it going, they had a pillar of support. That supporting pillar was Min Yoongi. And as a support structure, he bore the pressure of staying strong, maintaining a level head. And in his mind, he also shouldered the responsibility of balancing the overflow of emotions. And so, Min Yoongi thought, he shouldn't get depressed. He shouldn't let the negativity get to him because Bangtan needed his strength, needed him as an example. 

Holding strong for too long, Yoongi didn't realise he was slowly breaking apart until the hate became too much. But someone else did. He was making music, as was his job, but it was frustrating and he was losing control. He struggled on, he couldn't give up now. Two hours passed, then three. Eight hours later, Min Yoongi was still blank. Hopelessness took over him and self doubt consumed his heart. His chest constricted painfully as thoughts of not being good enough flooded his mind. He silently wondered how he could be the group's support when he was just so goddamn useless. He felt tears drip down his face and realised that he was weak, he was oh so weak and he was showing it. No, he couldn't show it. Shouldn't show it. He didn't deserve to show it. Showing sorrow is a luxury gifted to those who didn't carry the weight of