2 am.
Yu-Hwa was alone, clutching Yoongi's shirt.
Her face was sticky from crying; she could feel distinct wet spots on the fabric.
Hopefully Yoongi would be too drunk to notice.
The shirt smelled like him; a musky cologne and alcohol.
It was comforting, if only for reminding her of Yoongi.
If today was the same as usual, Yoongi should be coming home soon.
In 3, 2, 1.
The door slammed and sounds of furniture toppling over pounded her head.
Soon Yoongi was collapsing next to her, right on the shirt that she had dropped.
"Why is this wet?"
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● Break ● Min Yoongi
Short Story~ "Admit it, I break everything. I ruin everything." "You haven't ruined me, Yoongi, please-" "Oh, I've ruined you most of all." ~ In which Yoongi copes with alcohol and makes a disaster of everything. 100 word chapters. DO NOT STEAL IDEAS, PLOT, S...
