toxic | m. yoongi

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is this what people mean by drunk in love?

a month has passed like that, with memories of him continuously entering my mind. it's a complete irony —how empty yet heavy my heart feels.

i've deleted his number, but it's all pointless. because his number is etched clearly in my memory. two years ago he told me to memorise it, and i did.

my hands are itching to dial in his number, to ask how he's doing. all of me is dying to hear his voice again.

not sure what took over me that day, but i actually did. 

ring...
ring...
ring...

hello

i paused. then hung up.

regardless of how people saw or thought of me, i was beyond contented. i only wanted to hear his voice, and i did, even if it was barely a few seconds.

how could i help myself,
for being
drunk in love?