Chapter 7

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All of the boys had gone out to have a fun day together. All except for Yoongi. Rather than being bothered to socialize with them and go out, he opted to take advantage of them being gone and drink. He went into his room and grabbed the bottle of alcohol. Once he was in the lounging area he poured himself a shot. 1 2 3 4. It didn't take long before he felt a bit numb and his thoughts were hazy. He downed another glass and welcomed the icy burn that ran down his throat. Finally he put down the glass but looked at it again. Rather than the glass, he chose to drink right from the bottle. Yoongi had lost his sense of time and had no idea how long it had been since he started. It felt like it had barely been an hour. However, it had been 3. Yoongi hardly paid attention to the door opening. Jungkook walked in. He had been worried about Yoongi so he said he didn't feel good and went back to the dorm. He was beginning to be glad he did when he saw Yoongi standing against the wall with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. 

"Hyung? Are you okay?" He asked calmly 

"You cheat on me two times and have the audacity to ask if I'm okay? Well let me inform you on something. No. I'm not okay." He slurred. Jungkook was surprised he could understand what Yoongi had said at all. Yoongi leaned his head against the wall as the effects of the alcohol left his head feeling heavy and dizzy. Jungkook walked over to him and tried to take the alcohol. Yoongi refused to let it go.

"Hyung, you've had enough." Jungkook insisted. Still he refused to let go of the bottle. Yoongi wrenched the bottle from Jungkook and started to walk away. 

"I'll fucking decide when I've had enough." He growled. As he took another step he stumbled a bit. Jungkook instinctively reached out and steadied him. Yoongi immediately slapped his hand off of him. "Don't touch me." He warned through gritted teeth. Jungkook warily took a step back. Clearly him backing down wasn't enough as Yoongi turned to face him, "This is all your  fault" he spat

"Causing you pain, yes. You dealing with it like this is not my fault." He immediately regretted talking back to him as Yoongi glared, hatred burned in his eyes. He took another drink from the bottle. "Stop! This is enough. You're scaring me... this is dangerous." Jungkook reached out for the bottle again. Rather than letting him take it, Yoongi threw the bottle hard. Jungkook flinched as it smashed on the wall behind him. 

"You're a liar! A cheater and a liar! How can I ever trust you again, Jungkook!?" Yoongi yelled, no longer holding his anger back. He took a few steps toward Jungkook and shoved him. Forgetting Yoongi's lack of coordination, Jungkook swung his fist. Normally Yoongi wouldn't have too much trouble avoiding this, however he was too slow to react and Jungkook's punch connected with his jaw. Yoongi stumbled to the floor, a small amount of blood dripped from his mouth to the wood flooring. Jungkook took a step back as Yoongi got up off the ground. He grabbed Jungkook by the his jacket with both hands. "Do it again." Yoongi said. Jungkook looked at the blood on his lips and felt yet another pang of guilt. 

"W-what?" Jungkook stuttered 

"I said do it again. Hit me." Yoongi shook Jungkook slightly. 

"I...I can't. I won't. I'm not going to hurt you again. I've already done that enough... I can't bear to hurt you again."

"Hit me!" he demanded. Jungkook was stiff in fear. Yoongi's anger was not about to be calmed as he went to the small table by the entrance and pushed the contents onto the floor, smashing a glass vase and several photo frames. Yoongi suddenly collapsed to his knees. He places his hands on the ground to hold himself up. The violent sobs that shook his body caused him to not notice he'd put his hands into a bunch of broken glass. Blood seeped around his fingers and from under the palms of his hands. Jungkook rushed to him and tried to pull Yoongi off of the floor. He completely had expected to be pushed away but instead Yoongi didn't even flinch. Taking this as a good sign, he kneeled down and pulled him into his arms. 

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