Drug Love [Completed]

CH. 10

Yoongi and I were sitting in a street stall not far from my home. We were on our third bottle of soju, and he still hadn't told me the reason that made him appear at my door.  He was irritated, almost to the point of pulling his own hair out. He requested another portion of Tteokbokki, and I was starting to lose my patience, especially because he drank two bottles all by himself.

“You’re not gonna tell me why you dragged me here?” 

“I was hungry,” he still wouldn’t look at me, and this was pissing me off. 

A woman placed our food on the table and before I could even say thank you, Yoon was already filling his mouth. I grabbed his jeotgarak forcing him to look at me.

“You said you want to talk. So talk. You only search for me when something is fucked up,” he held my stare before turning another glass of soju. 

It’s funny how my relationship with Yoon works. We don’t talk much, well, he doesn’t talk much, but whenever we have a problem we’re there for each other. Even if it’s just to sit side by side and stay quiet. 

“Yuna called me,” my jaw dropped, and he grabbed his cutlery back gazing everywhere but me.

“She- what a bitch! What did she want?”

“To meet me,” he said, and I let out a humorless laugh. 

“She’s unbelievable. What was her reaction when you told her to fuck off?” he locked eyes with me for a few seconds before refilling his glass. I gasped, “You did not!” he shrugged, “Okay. What did you two do?”

“Sex,” he stated bluntly.

“Yoongi! Do you know how stupid that is? Now what? You two will become fuck buddies?”

“Well, you have Jimin, why can’t I have someone too?” he said enraged. 

“Maybe because Jimin didn’t send anyone I love to the hospital,” I frankly spit, a deep snarl on my lips. 

We glanced at each other until he lowered his head, rubbed his hands over his face, and drank another full glass of the burning liquor.

“I know that,” Yoon whispered, “But it’s fucking hard you know? She showed up out of nowhere at my place, saying how much she misses and loves me. And, well, it’s been a hell of a long time since the last time I’ve been with a girl so yeah, we fucked.”

“You know she’s using you, right?”

“I wouldn't mind if she wanted to use me again,” a drunk laugh escaped his lips, and I appreciated the rare sight that was his smile before he asked for another bottle. Oh boy.

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One hour and four bottles later, Yoongi was a blushy mess in front of me who was talking non-stop. I was suppressing my urge to ask questions he would never answer when sober, but I wouldn’t take advantage of him like that. At least not today.

“Maybe I should get another tattoo, what do you think,” he looked at his arm, “Omg there’s no space! Y/n! There’s no space for another tattoo!” he shouted, attracting some glances from the people around us. Gosh, I never would have imagined that Yoongi was a totally different person drunk.

“You have your other arm,” he looked at it and made a shocked expression.

“I do! Yes! Y/n, you are so smart!” he grasped the bottle to pour himself a drink but nothing came out, making him squint an eye, looking inside the bottle with the other “There’s nothing!” he yelled again, “More! We need more!” he started drumming on the table until I held his hands.