drunken conversations | myg + jhs

3.1

T H I R D N I G H T

I stared at yoongi as he drowned himself with gallons of alcohol , his cheeks and nose were slowly turning pink and his eyes slowly coming to a close.

I slammed the bottle hard on the table , sure that it has cracks on the bottom "I hate Jimin. But why is it that whatever I do reminds me of him?"

"You could always just go to me to help you. You dont need countless of bottles to drink almost every night." I suggested , taking a bite of the side dish he ordered

"No I cant"

"But why?"

"It's because I'll end up in the hands of someone I'm running away from."

"Who?"

"Someone who pushed me to love Jimin. Someone who made loving Jimin as a task to fulfill of mine."