drunken conversations | myg + jhs

6.2

I sat just beside the door, my back on the wood on where yoongi was banging on, ranting, begging, and crying.

I let myself listen to his voice that cracks now and then, to the bottle that keeps on hitting my door every time he pounds on it—maybe hoping to break the wood that is separating us—, and to his sobs that overlapped with my own.

"I'm sorry" I chanted softly, obviously only for me to hear.

Then the unexpected happened, it came first as a surprising loud noise from the sky, a sign that the worse is to come—and as I predicted, tiny droplets of water came down, fast.

I could hear yoongi groaning, his sobs fighting with the rain and chaos that was happening outside. I slowly stood up, holding the door knob as a support and also to give me more time to think if whether or not I should open the door.

but one thing's for sure, I'm a horrible person.

and that I shouldve answered his calls.