Bangtan Angst [ Editing ]

Demons [ YoonMin ]

It's five in the morning, and Yoongi wakes up with tears in his eyes.

Everything feels numb, excluding the sharp pain in his chest that reminds him of the events that had occurred to him and him in one week.

Limbs refuse to move from their spot, but his eyes wander. They wander all over the room, to the curtains that thankfully kept the sunlight from hitting his eyes, down to the mess of empty alcohol bottles on the floor, mocking him for not being able to devote even a little bit of time and energy to dispose them properly, then his gaze moves to the picture frame, containing a low quality photo of him and a certain short male with features that put angels to shame-

Yoongi immediately shuts his eyes.

"You know what you're doing to me, Yoongi? Ruining my life. I know I said I could handle this, but now I just want to change my mind. I'm sick of the crap you drag me into even if I have nothing to do with them!"

A bitter, broken laugh from Yoongi cuts through the heavy silence that has settled in his room for quite a while now. It's just so funny. It's funny how he thought he would be the heartbreaker in this situation, given the fact that he gives off a bad boy vibe, compared to Jimin, who was always deemed the angel in every group.

It's hard to think that such poisonous words would slip past the lips of someone with such a sweet voice, and the added weight on his chest after recalling such a memory reminds him of how true it is. And it's a bigger slap to his face to think that even the angel is sick and tired of him and the demons in his head that never cease to whisper the worst things.

Maybe it says something about his worth.

That no one, even those with the kindest of souls, will ever love him without getting tired.

Five minutes are wasted just to sit up from his bed, arms being dragged down by gravity yet he's shocked at how he still managed to get himself to do anything other than crying.

Some part of him begs not to continue what he plans on doing next. Yoongi freezes in his place, thinking of the consequences of his next action.

Still, Yoongi lifts one arm and reaches out to grab something from the bedside table, lips curled into a smile once his fingers curl around it. He gives the object a little kiss, then opens the bottle to take the remaining contents and ingests them before lying back down on his bed.

"Goodnight," the male whispers while his eyes flutter shut.

And on that night, the demons won over him once and for all.