Pairing: Hopeless Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst, crying yoongi (yes this should be its own genre smh)
Yoongi was drunk. The empty bottle of whiskey almost mocking him from across the room. He stares into the darkness, waiting. He didn’t know what for, but he sat there, patient.
He was a self-controlled man who knew his liquor, but Yoongi couldn’t stop pouring himself a drink whenever his glass became empty. He resented himself.
The thought of you almost made him walk- stumble through the kitchen and grab another glass, but he remained put. He groans, dragging his hand accross his face. He fucked up again, and this time you weren’t coming back.
But not the cheap whiskey you find at your nearest liquor store, but the top shelf kind that’s smooth enough to chug down quickly. If Yoongi’s in pain, he’s going to be in pain luxuriously. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure as hell can buy a night’s worth of forgettance.
But how could he forget you when you stood at the front door of his home at this very moment, watching the poor boy sit alone in the empty living room.
“Yoongi?” You whisper, noticing his dark silhouette straighten. He raises his head, groaning as he hits it against the wall behind him. He’s too drunk to even support his own neck.
“Yoongi.” You take it upon yourself to walk over to him, switching on the light to better see the view.
Yoongi covers his eyes with his arm, grumbling incoherent words.
“Yoongi. Get up.” You grab onto his upper arm to lift him up, but you realize you were just pulling deadweight.
“Don’t ‘mmph’ me, get the hell up. Namjoon really had to call me because you refuse to leave your cave. Get up.” You tug on his arm once more, but you immediately stop when sniffles come from the intoxicated boy.
“I don’t want to.” His voice cracked, but he continues. “What’s the point. I don’t want to.”
Shocked was an understatement. To see your careless ex-boyfriend shed tears for the first time was almost indescribable. You hold onto his arm for a bit, watching as he tries to swipe away the tears falling onto his cheeks.
He fails miserably as his hands continue to slap his face.
“Hey- no stop. Stop it.” You didn’t mean to gain a firm voice, but it was enough for Yoongi to do as he was told. He turns to look at you. Tearful eyes gazing back at you.
He had done this to himself.
“Let’s just get you on the couch.” You suggest, watching as he nods in agreement. Yoongi was embarrassed. His ex was in his apartment, failing miserably to get him on his feet. He didn’t feel like moving. He wanted your hands wrapped around his forearm for as long as possible. Who knows how long it’ll be before you touch him again.
“Sit down.” Yoongi grumbles. Catching you off guard that he was able to create a coherent sentence. He wanted you sit down on the ground with him. You knew what this could lead to, but you shamelessly plop yourself next to him. You were still wrapped around his finger.
Minutes pass, but no words left either of your mouths.
Your cheeks redden, stifling a laugh. You two had spoken at the same time, and neither of you tried to speak again.
“Maybe you should drink some water.” You manage to try again, successfully finishing your sentence.
“It’s fine.” Yoongi denies your tip, lazily waving his hand. It’s awkward, your thigh barely touching his. He probably doesn’t even notice, but your skin is on fire.
But he does notice. His heart beats so fast he might throw up. You had let go of his arm when you sat down, but the feeling of your thigh against his, it almost has him spiraling.
Another silent wave passes across the room. You’re not sure what to say. Falling into his arms is something you don’t need. Yet, your body says otherwise.
“YN, I’m sorry.” Yoongi finally heaves out.
“No, you’re drunk.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you can’t help but to feel angry at his words. You suddenly gain control of yourself and remembered what he had done to you.
Why couldn’t he feel sorry when he was screaming at you to leave his apartment and never come back?
You retract your legs from his warmth, standing up to dust off your pants.
“If you don’t get up anytime soon, you’re going to rot.” You say, leading yourself to the kitchen. You aren’t supposed to be here.
You kept repeating it to yourself. You’re not supposed to be here. You almost cry at the words in your head screaming at you, but you manage to pull out the water bottle from the refrigerator.
You ignore Yoongi’s confused face as you hand him the water.
“Drink it before you actually feel like shit tomorrow.” You urge him on.He listens to you, chugging the cold water.
“Don’t call me tomorrow, or the day after that. I’ll tell Namjoon you’re doing okay.” Your words are cold, but you can’t let yourself break, not after the weeks you’ve used to heal.
Yoongi squints at you, confused that you’ve changed your mood so quickly. His drunk state making false accusations.
You had returned only to rub it in his face that you’ll never be his again. Never.
“Get out.” Yoongi says, throwing the water bottle down. You watch him wearily grab the glass of whiskey next to him.
“I said to get out.” He finishes the alcohol in one swig.
It’s almost cinematic. You standing there, watching the man in front of you on the ground, hopeless.
You couldn’t muster any words to say to him, except for one.
You slam the door behind you, fumbling with your car keys as you drove away. You promise to yourself you’d never look back again, and to ignore Namjoon’s phone calls from now on.
Yoongi couldn’t help but to laugh. His hands landing on his stomach as he shakes with laughter. But it was like a switch as he calms down, tears sliding down his cheeks as his fingers pull his hair in anger.
You were never coming back.
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