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Yoongi lost. He had lost all those years ago when the Seoul City Girl replaced the empty seat next to him in class, and he volunteered to show her around. He had lost when he accidentally charmed his way into her heart with his heavy Daegu accent that had her giggling, blushing, without even realizing he was being charmed all the same. And he had lost when he opened the door two months ago with no intention to let her apologize or explain, yet also made no move to push her away. 

So it was in the little victories he took some twisted form of solace: the annoyance in her voice when she pounded on his door at two in the morning, the bottle of wine half emptied by her and her alone, and the breathless moan slipping from her tongue. Immeasurable victories, but proof that he could still unravel her if he so desired. He craved more, then, needed more, wanted so desperately to rationalize the lack of space between their lives, their rooms, their bodies. And so he spoke rough, unclasped her bra, and found more petty victories in the slight part of lips with no words to follow, the small frown in her eyebrows that proved his words hurtful. It’d been years since he’d seen her so vulnerable, so silent save for the gasp as he placed her back first onto the couch, and once more as their hips collided, and it would’ve been a shame had he let the moment pass quietly. 

At least, that’s what he told himself as nails dug into him, pulling him closer still against her as he started to grow hard against his ripped jeans -- he needed a reason to believe this was fine, rational, not the biggest mistake he’d made all year. So he convinced himself that this was much needed release of years of pent up frustration, breathing hard as he pulled his lips from hers, “What, finally have nothing to say?” He slid his arm flat on the couch, body falling closer to hers as he pressed traveling lips against her neck. “I thought you wanted to know,” he whispered, breath hot in her ear, while a hand slid under her tank, gripping onto her side. The thought stayed unfinished in the air, the words ‘how you fucked me up’ stuck in his throat, still too reluctant to admit the effect she had on him. And so he swallowed the words, instead opting to grind himself against her as he caught her lips again, slide his hand up her side to cup her breast, and pull her leg to wrap around him. 

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So instead she curled her hand against his bicep, one into his hair, lips rough against his as she ground her hips down in a quick swivel of movement, intent to distract, to prompt him into taking out that anger boiling in him out on her, in some masochistic bid for long overdue punishment.

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In the depths of his mind, Yoongi always wondered what he’d do if he ever saw Seulgi again. Admittedly, he never thought he’d confront his resentment for her, too afraid to admit she had wrecked him. But never once did he imagine he would be inches away from her lips again, heartbeat accelerating with every second as she punched him in the gut with the reminder of her betrayal. “It’s a good thing you never stuck around, then,” he countered low with acid in his every word, a lie though it may have been. He let the words hang unfinished in the tense air around them, lips too preoccupied pressing roughly against hers, hands sliding under her tank to dig fingers deeper still into her waist. The tug of his lips between her teeth and the press of his tongue against hers were both all too familiar yet foreign all at once, almost made his heart sink with the reminder of years lost, of the stark difference between the tender kisses of the past and the rough easy-way-outs of the now. But in his drunken stupor, he reveled in it, slid a hand up her back, fingernails scratching against bare skin to leave his mark. He was thankful, even, when she rushed it, causing his entire body to flare up with the swing of her hips against him. 

He reciprocated the swivel, thrusting his hips forward to intensify the contact, to dissolve any hesitation he may have harbored out of fear for what this could turn out to be. A low groan rumbled in his throat as he caught her lips between his teeth, bit down harder than he’d meant to, and slid his hand up to her bra strap. He paused there, tugged on her lip before releasing it and found his chest rising and falling dramatically with each inhale, each exhale; then crashed his forehead onto hers as he mustered the words to speak. “’Cause you wouldn’t have recognized me,” he finished his previous thought belatedly, breathily, as his eyes pierced deep into hers, before unsnapping the clasp between his fingers, before reaching up to slide the straps off her shoulders and toss it behind him. And with that he dove in, threw his inhibitions out the window because his body was burning, aching for release both emotionally and physically. In, what he hoped was, one swift movement, he pressed balmy hands around her waist, picked her up and planted her back first into his couch unceremoniously. His knee found the empty space beside pale legs, dug into the couch on either side of her, and he darted his tongue out to wet warm lips. He didn’t allow himself to look at her for too long, scared he would change his mind if he did. And so he palmed down his warm hands on either side of her face, closed the distance between them by catching her lips with his, sliding a tongue harshly between them, dipped his body low to press himself against her waist. 

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“Who fucked you up so bad? You wanna talk about your poor little feelings? Or do you wanna man up.” she drawled snide, lips brushing his as she spoke, the tip of her nose grazing his cheek, some sick and twisted motive to counter their closeness with cruelty.

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Alcohol was meant to dissolve the pain he would never admit to feeling in the depths of his heart, not launch him straight into confrontation with nothing but petty words as his weapon. But there he was, heart thudding loud in his ears, running faster than it ever had in years despite the metaphorical knife she just dug right through it. Blood ran hot through his veins with her every syllable, a mix of anger and resentment, of confusion and desire, and he was rendered speechless, motionless. Years of pretending to be perfectly fine failed him then, left him defenseless against the harsh truth, left his mouth hanging slightly ajar as if he had a snarky comment hanging on the tip of his tongue, only to be met with silence until Seulgi went on. He blinked once, twice, then found himself meeting her eyes along with a burn of her finger settled on his cheek; swallowed once, twice, slowly licking his chapped lips until a weight shifted on top of him, her soft lips pressing against his as she continued to twist the knife, causing the bottle in his hands to drop with a loud clatter onto the floor. 

Silence settled between them again, had Yoongi naturally wrapping his arms around her waist despite himself, had him subtly pressing his face against her touch, had him breathing shallow, audibly, trembly against her lips, until he remembered how to speak. “Do you really want to know? Do you really want to know what happened to my poor little feelings?” he questioned breathily, a loud whisper, warm and reeking of the soju he regretted drinking. He truly contemplated it, venting all the frustrations he had kept hidden for so long directly to the offender herself -- but there she was, offering an out. “Or do you already know and can’t handle it?” he added, a lame attempt to get the last word, to not feel so defenseless against the one person he desperately wanted to wall away. Their eyes met, his own flickering between her gaze and her lips, and his forehead pressed against hers, the heat threatening to burn his skin, and so desire took over and he took the easy way out (when had he not, after all?), closing the minuscule distance between their lips with a light tilt of his head and the small press of his chest against hers.

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“Can’t you tell the difference between playful whimsy and discord?” she pointed out, tried not to notice that the brush of his fingertips burned, slid her foot to press against his thigh lightly. “Its like you forgot how to have fun.”

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“Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” he replied with ease and a hint of laughter, voice lighter than the words themselves. He stared at the bottle cooling his hand, contemplated putting it back in the fridge, but the silence stretched the longer he stood there and the back of his throat itched for another sip. And so he swung the fridge door shut, popped the bottle open, and pressed dry lips onto the glass bottle. Funny, he thought, how easy it became to down a bottle of soju when his cheeks flushed red at only two shots before fate placed Seulgi right next door. Even funnier how he could settle into the space next to her, slightly trembling fingers trailing in the air just above her legs, skin touching skin on occasion, as if they were high school sweethearts again. But high school sweethearts were called such for a reason, and they didn’t last a day past graduation -- yet there they sat years later, legs in his lap, tension in the air, and a snide scoff leaving his lips.

“Who said I was talking about myself?” he shot back with a raised eyebrow, a lie if he ever did tell one, a deflection because the conversation was veering into territory he’d been trying so desperately to avoid. A cough cleared his throat, cut through the brief silence and he swished the bottle in his hand, connected half-mooned eyes with hers to add smugly, “Besides, when have I been anything but put together?” -- an attempt to derail the conversation, to put back up the barrier he temporarily let down. He brought his hand up, ran it through thin blonde strands because the burn of her skin against his pale fingers was too unsettling, too oddly unfamiliar. But this was Seulgi and she wouldn’t let him have his way, never would, sliding her foot against his thigh. He scoffed in jest, brought his eyes down to her feet, wanting nothing more than to push them off, relieve himself of the heat building in his legs, “And whose fault would that be if I did?”

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"Your place is a fucking mess.” It wasn’t, not really, but god knew she was. He settled onto the couch beside her and she shifted to drape her legs over his lap, perking a brow in challenge at the look he shot derisive towards her. 

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He had been fine before Seulgi came and went like a storm that ruined everything in its path. Yoongi learned at an early age not to get attached to people, to not believe they’d be there for the rest of his life, and he lived by this rule for as long as he could remember. But she was a mixture of sweet grins and sharp remarks that gelled perfectly with his own uncontainable high school energy and charming eyes -- and so he broke every one of his rules, found himself believing her, trusting her. He didn’t regret it back then, but in this moment with her soft voice drawling in his ears, her light footsteps filling the silence as he powered down his stereo, every sound he used to be so fond of rang like nails to a chalkboard. His nose scrunched at the soju bottle in his hand, finding it much too empty for his wish to drown out the noise, the tangible awkwardness in the air between them. But he still didn’t let a beat be missed, quickly firing back with, “Yeah, well, so did I.” His own words caught him by surprise as they slipped low from his tongue, each syllable sharper than he intended, filled with a pinch more truth than he was comfortable with. And as if another bottle of soju would fix the problem, he desperately reached into his fridge for one as he laughed a bit to play his words off as a joke.

Another swig of soju certainly didn’t slow the rapid beating of his heart, didn’t dissolve the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he took another one anyway and settled onto the couch next to her. They’d fallen into an odd limbo of faux-closeness that resembled their past, but where her legs used to feel smooth and light over his lap, they now burned. But Yoongi would not be Yoongi if he was no good at pretending that every thing was fine, so he shot her a look of disbelief, partnered with a sarcastic laugh and arms lying over thin legs, “It’s not the only thing that’s a mess.” Apparently one-bottle-of-soju-down Min Yoongi was much worse at pretending than sober Min Yoongi was, because his words left with again more honesty than he would ever admit to. He caught himself quick, though, added, “I bet yours is messier than mine if these are proof of anything.” Shaky fingers tugged at her mismatched socks as evidence, but even he didn’t believe his own words.

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Very little could ever annoy Min Yoongi. He took things in stride, shoved anything with the potential to anger him away in an instant, and joked about everything because it made dealing with anything easier. The one thing that could easily get to him, though, was a lack of either a cup of coffee or a pack of cigarettes (a healthy combination, for sure) as he prepared to delve into hours of late night video editing. 

And tonight, he lacked both. 

Nothing would ever get done without either necessity, and so with no hesitation he threw on a plain black hoodie, grabbed his keys, wallet, and found himself inhaling the crisp night air in under five minutes. Cold hands tugged down on the beanie covering the mess of blonde atop his head as he walked, his every exhale manifesting as puffs of white in the air before him, and he never craved a hot cup of americano more than he did in that moment. And so as he approached the café he so often made his late night runs at, only to find a familiar barista locking up the front door, his lips immediately fell into a frown -- a small pout, really. But he straightened himself up, pulled his hand out of his ripped jeans’ pocket and mustered the friendliest vocal tone he could, approaching the barista with a gentle hand on her shoulder, 

“Hey! Hey, hey wait, I’m sorry -- Wendy, right?” 

“I know you’re closing, but would you...” he paused to hold up and press his pointer finger onto his cheek, lips curved into a gummy smile that reached his half mooned eyes, “would you mind maybe taking just one more simple order? Please?” 

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 “Are you drinking alone? Thats the sign of a fucking alcoholic, you know.”  Like she was one to talk. 

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There was a special place in the depths of Yoongi’s mind reserved for Kang Seulgi. He filled it with curses, questions, and emotions he didn’t know he could feel, didn’t want to feel. So he locked everything up immediately, tossed the key and pretended that she never happened -- and if no one knew any better, it was almost as if she never existed in his life. He pulled on his gummiest smile and made a fool of himself on camera like everything was perfectly fine, like he wasn’t pretending to be okay, until he was no longer pretending. But all his efforts proved for naught when just a few loud knocks on his new apartment door managed to break down the box he kept locked away. There were several things he always dreamt of saying if he ever met her again, yet he settled on gripping the doorknob tightly as he spoke, “Oh? Wait... Kang Seulgi, right?” Ignoring the issue at hand proved to be easier than he thought, albeit a bit awkward (but better that than anything else, he thought), and only cost him a few bottles of soju every now and then to keep his unwanted emotions at bay.

And so there he sat for the third time that week, staring at an empty bottle of soju in his hand as he cranked up the volume on his stereo. He never did make a conscious effort to be courteous to his neighbors, but he found himself making more noise than ever before and was too afraid to admit the reason why -- even when the loud knocks on his door were enough to shake him out of his blank state and have his heart pumping loudly in his ears. There was no one else that would unabashedly tell him to shut up at two in the morning, and he had half a mind to leave her out there to revel in the petty payback, but his bare feet padded across the cold floor to answer the door before his mind could catch up. He tossed blonde bangs to the side, straightened his wrinkly white v-neck, and let out a nervous breath he didn’t know he was holding, almost laughing at how idiotic he felt as he turned the doorknob. “But I thought you used to like my taste in music,” he questioned, his voice deeper and accent heavier than usual in his drunken state. His chest felt heavy under the gaze of cat-like eyes he used to be so fond of, and he wanted nothing more than to shut the door, but she continued and so he listened. Alcoholic, she claimed. Funny, he thought, because he hadn’t much reason to drink alone before she reappeared into his life. Not that he was going to say that out loud. “Yeah, and what’s that,” he started slowly, tilting his head at the drink in her hand, “A fancy ass bottle of water?” A scoff left his lips and a smirk appeared in its wake before he pulled the door wide open and walked away to shut off his stereo -- a silent invitation for her to come in.

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ahh hello everyone!! i’m so excited for hongdae to be back!! yoongi’s a pretty prominent youtuber and a big ball of dumb, so if you want to plot with my lil baby loser min yoongi, please feel free to hit me up!! (unless your name is kang seulgi bc yoongi thinks ur a big fat loser too :))

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