Yoongi rolled over with a groan. His head was pounding, and there was no way in hell he was taking the chance to open his eyes. Pulling the blankets over his head, he burrowed down further into his bed, trying to get away from the incessant chiming of his phone. He let out a whimper when someone pounded on his door, not even being able to mutter a 'come in.'

"Yoongi hyung. I have some headache pills and a glass of water for you."

"Shhh, please, don't shout, Jimin."

"I'm actually whispering. Your hangover must be brutal right now. Here keep your eyes closed but hold your hand out." Jimin waited patiently before a hand slowly crept out from under the blanket. He dropped the pills into the waiting hand then held the glass out, waiting for the hand to return and grab it. Once the pills were taken and the empty glass now on the nightstand, he sat next to the lump on the bed. "Yoongi hyung, do you remember anything from last night?"

"How much did I drink. We all know I can hold my liquor."

"An entire bottle of single malt."

"Shit"

"Mmm. Do you remember what we spoke about?"

"No. I know I've been in a foul mood lately, and I'm sorry for taking it out on everyone."

"It's ok, hyung. We all know how hard you and Namjoonie work for us. We just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself, and it doesn't seem like you are."

"Have you been the one doing all these things for me?"

"Mayhaps. Mayhaps not." Jimin teased him.

"Thank you, Jiminie."

"Oh, I'm not done yet. Wait til you see what else is in store for you, hyung. Get some rest. Oh, and you might want to check twitter sometime today."

Jimin grabbed the empty glass and left the room, giving Yoongi time to think everything over before he pulled out his phone, bringing up the stupid app that wouldn't shut up. His eyes widened when he saw his name was trending. What the hell is... omg. 

He clicked on the post and started reading through the comments. The outpouring of love and support from Army was overwhelming, and he didn't even try to stop the tears from spilling over as he read all the amazing comments. His sad, aching heart soaked up every word like a sponge and saved the post so that he could go back and read through more later when he was feeling down again.