Shiver [Min Yoongi]

Chapter 3

The sun peaked through the curtains, waking you up. You sat up in bed, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. Yawning, you looked around the room, only to see your clothes thrown about the room with Yoongi's from the night before. 

You looked over beside you, seeing him roll over, holding his head in his hands as he started to wake up. You knew his head must have been pounding. He had too much to drink last night.

Again.

He had mumbled something as he sat up, looking over at you. He didn't say anything, just leaned over and kissed your cheek before getting up to get ready for work. You watched as his frail body made it's way to the bathroom, stumbling along the way.

Once you heard the shower running, you laid back down, pulling the covers close to you. You're eyes lingered to Yoongi's side of the bed, feeling tears swell. Even now, you could smell the alcohol on his pillow, almost as if it was permanent.

Before he returned from the bathroom, you quickly wiped your cheeks incase any tears had escaped. He walked over to your side of the bed, kissing you lightly, lips lingering. "I'll be out late tonight." He said once he pulled away.

"Again?" You asked, hoping he would hear the sadness in your voice. If he did, he had ignored it. "I'll see you later." He told you, his hand lingering in yours before he turned away to leave.

The whole day had gone by now. You waited on the couch in the living room, trying to watch tv to ignore the fact that Yoongi wasn't back yet. Every once in awhile, you'd glance over at the door, hoping he would stumble in and collapse into you, so you could take care of him.

But he never did.

Checking your phone, you saw that it was already 11 PM, and he still hadn't come home. You finally decided to call him.

The phone rang and rang, and eventually you heard his voice from the answering machine. You sighed before leaving him a message. "Yoongi...it's really late, and you haven't even told me where you are. I'm worried about you...please call me back soon." Then you hung up.

You didn't want to go to bed without him, without knowing where he was, so you watched another show for an hour. He still hadn't called, so you left another message. "Yoongi, baby...please call me back, I need to know that you are safe. Call me back..." This time you whispered into the phone, trying to hide the worry in your voice.

Another hour went by, and he still hadn't called. So, you tried to reach him again, still getting his voicemail. "Please Yoongi...come home..." You said, not bothering to hide your feelings as your voice cracked. But before you hung up, you heard his voice.

"Would you stop calling? I'm trying to have a good time here." He said, his sentence strung together in a slur, the music from the club blasting in the background. 

His words made you upset. "Yoongi, you have been gone all day and hadn't even bothered to tell me where you were going after work." You told him, trying to keep your voice under control. You walked over to the window, seeing the city lights illuminate the streets below.

You only hoped to see Yoongi walking home to you, under the streetlights. But of course, he wasn't. No one was out this late at night.

"I'll come home when I want to." He said through the phone. Something about that made you very upset. "Excuse me?" You asked.

"You don't have to babysit me." He slurred into the phone. 

Something about that made you snap.

"Yoongi, you can barely stand when you come home at night, let alone barely speak. If you can't take care of yourself, then I have to. I have to make sure you are okay, I constantly have to make sure that you don't drink too much, or wander off somewhere you shouldn't. Yoongi, I have to make sure you don't let yourself go too far. Do you understand how hard this is for me? To just watch as you destroy yourself?" You yelled, finally telling him what you had been feeling for a long time.

There was a long pause between you two. Then what he said next made you freeze. "Then stop." He breathed into the phone. 

"What?" You asked, tensing up. He didn't answer.

"If that's how you feel..." You started, your hands shaking, heart pounding. "Then tell me you aren't coming home, so I can stop waiting here like an idiot for you."

It was quiet for a moment, only your sharp breaths and the music heard.

"Then stop waiting." He whispered, then hung up. Your heart stopped, tears falling as you dropped your phone and fell to your knees.

You couldn't believe what he said to you, that he would rather get high and drunk than come home to you. Anger took place of your broken heart, and you got up, packing a bag of your things.

Frustrated and upset, you grabbed your keys and stormed out the door. Where you would go, you weren't sure yet.

But anywhere was better than Yoongi's self destruction.

Yoongi eventually managed to stumble back home, after struggling to open the door. It was almost daybreak by the time he came back, tripping over himself as he attempted to take off his shoes and crawl into bed.

His eyes were closed as his hands reached across the bed in search of you, his warmth, his comfort. But when he couldn't find your body he opened his eyes, only to be met with a note on your pillow.

He reached for it, trying to focus on the writing that he recognized as your own.

He read the first few words, then crumpled the note and threw it at the wall. He didn't need to finish reading it, he knew.

He knew that you were gone.