toxic | m. yoongi

六

thud.

all i could see before i blanked out were the blurred rows of street lamps that illuminated light.

the first thing i saw when i first came about was him, min yoongi. was i dreaming? i couldn't possibly be.

as i glanced at my surroundings, i realised i was at his house. from the simple furniture and decoration... i knew for sure that it was his.

"hey..." he muttered.

i widened my eyes, getting up of the bed immediately. "w-what happened?"

"a stranger said you fainted on the street." he continued, "i happened to be the only one on your call log so i was called."

"oh..." was all i said as i nodded my head. sensing the throbbing pain at the corner of my head, i rested my hand on it as i massaged my temples. my head was spinning and i was too exhausted.

"you should stay here for the night. you don't look too good," he said.

right at that moment the doorbell rang and he went to open it. "yoongi i bought your favourite!" a voice called excitedly.

"oh? who's this?" she asked when she saw me.

despite my blurred vision, i managed to tell that she was the same lady from that day. it must be his girlfriend.

"i should go," i mumbled as i reached to get my bag clumsily. "thank you for everything," i said to yoongi.

"please don't misunderstand anything." i bowed politely at the female before heading out.

i don't look back at all.