The blood of the soul. When the soul bleeds, you cry.
Tw!: Underage drinking, Gore, and Blood A/n: Quick note, I know Ranboo(b) is gay from what he said, *Congratulations Ranboo, very proud of you :3* but just pretend that in this story he's Bisexual. *I'll update the introduction section later*
And yes, this scene is actually me dealing with my heartbreak a few days ago :')
Well, accept for the drinking alcohol and the ex thingy because I don't have any.
3rd Person P.O.V
Y/n get's into her house and take off their shoes. She changed into some comfortable clothes and go to the kitchen. They go get a wine glass pour in some of the wine in (by some I mean all of them until it's full). She goes to the living room and put the glass on the drawer next to the couch. They go through her playlist and put some comforting Mitski and Lana Del Ray's songs.
Those songs usually helped her pour out their feelings without talking to anyone. She listened to the songs while drinking the wine bit by bit. It became a habit when she feels like she needs to cry. They feel all the emotion pouring out through her eyes. She only let out gasps and as little hiccups as possible.
They don't want her family to know about this, they want to deal with it alone. She doesn't want to be a burden to their family. So she would cry alone in their room or on the couch when her parents aren't home. She would drink wine to forget everything and want to stop being sober so they can feel free.
Unbeknownst to her, somebody is watching from afar at their action.
Michael P.O.V
(You guys didn't see that coming now did you? You did? Okay-)
❝Fucking hell, where's my precious Pringles???❞ I was grabbing some snack and soft drinks because my FAT ASS can't stop eating. At this rate, I should be one of those skinny mukbangers that can eat LOTS amount of food and yet still be skinny.
