MAGIC MIN || { YoonMin }

Chapter 12: A 'cold' summer night

Even though it was summer it felt the coldest tonight.

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"I think we should stop seeing each other."

The coldest breeze passed through Yoongi's face. He stood there, in the middle of a quiet dark park. He wasn't well dressed, cause it was just a summer night. He was just in his jeans and leather jacket. He didn't expect this summer night to be the coldest he had ever experienced.

"W-What do you mean? He replied.

"We should stop fucking. I'm sorry." The brown haired man sighed. "I've met someone else. And I'm considering getting serious with them." He scratched his head looking down from the younger than him Yoongi, who was still in shock.

"Fucking? Was I really all that to you?" he clenched his fists, "I was serious about this. I made it clear to you." he paused, "You knew I had feelings for you and you said you were okay with it." Yoongi was literally holding his tears.

"I never said I had feelings for you back though, Yoongi..." the man said.

Yoongi looked away in frustration.

"Listen. We both knew it would come to this point one way or another. I'm older than you, Yoongi." He sighed, "It's time for me to settle down, I don't have time for babysitting." he said.

Yoongi only chuckled in disgust.

"You're still young, you'll find someone else." He continued while Yoongi kept silent.

"Yoongi..." he touched his hair trying to get his attention.

"Get your filthy hands of me." He said in a serious yet scary tone.

"Yoongi... I'm sorry, I didn't want to end it lik-"

"Fuck off." He looked at the man in front of him scratching his nose, "Babysitting? That's funny. If you think that I was the one that was fucking you. You disgust me." He spoke loudly and clicked his tongue.

"Hey-"

"Get the fuck out of my sight." Yoongi said looking him with no emotion. As if all of his emotions left his body.

The man sighed. "Look-"

"On a second thought, I'll leave first. I hope you choke and die while sucking him." Yoongi said turning around and walking away showing him the middle finger. "Asshole." He mumbled to himself.

Yoongi walked away from the dark and silent park, reaching for his phone, dialing a number.

"Yo, sup."

"Wanna go get drinks?" Yoongi said.

"N-Now?"

"Yeah now, obviously."

"I'm kinda occupied right now." The male chuckled, "Jin hyung came over." He whispered.

"I don't care. Bring him along if you want. You're gonna end up fucking either way."

The male on the phone laughed nervously, "Who are you talking to Namjoon?" said another voice from behind.

"I'll text you the location." Yoongi said hanging up and got on a bus.

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They didn't have a lot of drinks, until his two friends started making out with each other. Yoongi was literally drinking the bottles of vodka they got alone, since his two friends were too busy making out than join him. He was just sitting in the booth chugging drinks, the one after the other. He wanted to wash away the image of that man from his mind and body, to forget his name, to forget he ever existed. He poured the last drops of the second vodka bottle in his glass chugging them down. The music sucked, the atmosphere sucked, he was a mess.