Fuck. The day was already over. He felt light headed, it had been a very long day for him. He barely did anything though.
Recently, he's been getting somewhat lazy, you could say. He seemed to not give much attention to his friends anymore, like he used to.
He focused on his work, now, if he's working why did he get called lazy? Because no one ever appreciated his work, his grades, everything he did just to work on getting a good job.
The laziness people see in him is how he never goes places, never wants to hang out, barely goes to the store for food, etcetera.
Sometimes he wishes he could hang out with his friends, but when the day is over, all he wants to do is sleep or something like that. His most understanding friend is Jin.
"Fuck where is my flower? " Yoongi grunted. His finger tips ghosted his table, over and over again in panic.
He opened his drawers, looking for it. Did he really get too high to the point he forgot where he put his flower? Weird. But he found it under his mattress, don't know what it was doing there.
He rolled up a joint, and lit it. It was no fun smoking inside, all alone. With no fresh air especially. One thing he loved, fresh air. Nature as well.
Sighing, inhaling, exhaling, blinking, yawning, feeling tired- he sat back in his chair with a sad look on his face.
"Why? Why is my life like this. It's fucking pathetic. I wanna give up so fucking bad, but I can't. " he whined out in a bitchy way, flicking the ends of his joint into a tray.
Inhaling the smoke from it once more, before putting it down, he grabbed himself a drink. Then he went to lay on his bed, ready to cry himself asleep or something.
His pink and gray bedsheets were being washed so he was stuck with some random blanket and no mattress cover/sheets.
That night, it was cold. It was one of the coldest nights. He felt alone, sadder that usual as well. As if he was missing someone. As if he needed something, or someone. Like if the universe was trying to bring someone to him but failed, so the presence he felt like he needed was never there. The person who was missing, was never there.
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HI. this is a really short chapter, I know. I'm sorry , especially because I haven't updated in awhile. I am only posting this now because I can't sleep, and stuff so yeah. I hope this short ass chapter works <3
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