Butterfly's repose

"dont try to disappear"

"We're done. You're useless to me now, I got another bitch who can do shit, and even ten times better than you, at that." smirked the monster he called his boyfriend— well... now ex-boyfriend, "We're over."

It took every ounce of his willpower not to shout in joy, "Finally, I'm free from his wrath," he thought. Oh, the pain and trauma he scarred Yoongi with, draining every last drop of contentment from his soul. All those years, all those memories and all that distress suddenly dissipated with those two simple words.

"We're done," he repeated internally to himself.

"Okay... I'll show myself out then," Yoongi muttered to his feet before he started collecting his belongings. When he reached for his beloved midnight black butterfly knife, a sharp grip snagged at his thin wrist.

"That's mine, slut." He hissed in Yoongi's ear, causing dreadful sensations to run down his spine. With a shaky hand, Yoongi placed the shiny metal back onto the counter.

"I- I'm sorry Jimin."

x+x

The second Yoongi arrived home, a tremendous sigh of relief fled his pink, dry lips. His body still trembled as he scrolled through his contacts and clicked the first one, which read "smart dumb bitch." The phone rang once, twice, and again before a yawn arose from the other line.

"Hello? Yoongi hyung, are you okay? It's literally..." The husky voice paused to read the time, "...Four in the goddamn morning. Why are you up?"

"We broke up." Yoongi rushed.

"Wha- finally! Wait, did something happen? are you safe? did he hurt you? Where are you now? Do-"

"Namjoon! Calm down, I'm okay. Nothing happened, he just said he found another whore and kicked me out. I'm home now," Yoongi laughed, but he was appreciative of Namjoon's worry for him, "I'm okay."

"Okay..." Namjoon hesitated for what seemed like hours, (but was only a handful of seconds,) before starting again, "I'm still coming over, see ya later hoe!~" Beep. He hung up.

"For fucks sake, Namjoon. You didn't have to..." Yoongi sighed as he and Namjoon loaded snacks, drinks, and weed into his rundown apartment. Namjoon scoffed and chuckled as he cracked open two bottles for them.

"Always get shit-faced after a breakup," The tall man winked.

"I ain't even sad, but you know I'll never turn down a drink," Yoongi rolled his eyes and sighed for the umpteenth time, "that's why I hate you. Little bitchass."

"Love you too~" Namjoon chuckled while ruffling his silver locks.

Hours passed, and Yoongi's apartment reeked of tobacco and alcohol. The two men lay unconscious over the rock hard sofa. Empty bottles, pods, chip bags and burnt butts littered his coffee table, scattering onto the floor. The moss green wallpaper was peeling and sopping with mould. A broken A.C. unit whirred, causing dust bunnies to skitter along the umber floorboards. Light snores vibrated through the boys' throats as the night faded in the warm pinks, and oranges of dawn. Another day ceased, unknowingly to them that the sun wasn't the only one watching their every movement and breath.