Jungkook has been in the practice room for three hours now, trying to perfect one move. Or at least that's what he keeps telling himself, but honestly he is attempting to clear his mind. His emotions have been all topsy-turvy lately, and he has no idea why. All he knows is that they seem most out of whack whenever Yoongi is around.

The boy misses a step.

“Damn-it,” he hisses under his breath, running his fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.

Walking over to the stereo he replays the song sending it back to the starting spot and tries the move again. Dancing is Jungkook’s fall back; he finds it both relaxing and distracting, and usually after an hour in the practice room the boy can usually shake off whatever it is that is bugging him. But he has been here for a few hours now, and he is still as restless and as agitated as he was when he first got there.

He misses the step again.

“Aggghhh, what the hell?!" He speaks a little louder this time, frustrated by his lack of concentration.

Again he restarts the music, assumes the dance pose, and tries again. When he misses the step on the third try, the golden maknae is close to tears. He doesn’t fail; he has never failed at anything, especially dancing.

“What the f**k.” The boy yells. 

Unable to contain his feeling anymore the boy screams at the top of his lung.

He feels better after the release and sinks to the floor of the practice room in exhaustion laying flat on his back. He is not sure how long he laid there for, but he must have fallen asleep because the next thing he remembers is being shaken awake gently by someone.

“Jungkook-ah, wake up,” Taehyung’s voice is lulling him softly.

“Hyung,” Jungkook voice is riddled with sleep, “what time is it?”

“It’s ten thirty Jin hyung was worried because he kept texting, and you didn’t reply. So he sent me to check up on you.” Taehyung sits on the floor beside his friend; Jungkook scoots closer resting his head on the older boy's lap.

Taehyung unconsciously starts playing with the younger man’s hair and Jungkook is once again finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

“Kookie what’s the matter? You haven’t been acting like yourself. You know that whatever it is you can tell me, right?” Taehyung remarks as he continues fiddling with Jungkook’s hair.

The youngest member of Bangtan is not overly touchy-feely, but he likes the feel of Taehyung's hand with his hair it reminds him of being a kid. He feels safe. He sighs contently and Taehyung giggles.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep again it took me forever to wake you up. But if you want to snuggle you can sleep with me tonight, I will play with your hair till you fall asleep.” Taehyung makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

“Okay,” Jungkook replies through his yawn.

They get up from the floor making their way out the room. Once outside, they walk in the direction of their dorm.

“You never said what was going on.” Taehyung turns to Jungkook with serious eyes, “I know something is wrong, why won’t you tell me what’s bothering you?” The older boy is both concerned and hurt that his friend is keeping something from him.

“It’s not that I don’t want to hyung,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s that I don’t know myself.” He looks at his friend hoping to see the answer he is looking for in the older boy’s eyes.

He doesn't.

“Well maybe you can tell me what has been happening and we can figure it out together.” Taehyung offers.

“I just feel off, anxious and nervous. Li