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As the frost is melting from that delicate flower...it's reliving once more. Nothing lasts forever.

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  He laid on his bed, he went through his phone to see no messages from her. He threw his phone somewhere in his sheets as his eyes caught the warm coat the crazy doctor gave him. He reached over to pick it up to smell her scent, it smelled sweet, he couldn't quite describe what it smelled like exactly. His head reminiscing the thought of her. She, had made him feel important ever since she saved his life. He was laying down as he stared at the ceiling while he made circles with his thumb. Remembering her sweet smile and...he couldn't remember anything else, he couldn't remember the way she looked or any specific detail other than her smile. 

"You're not worth it, you really thought I could like someone like you? Sweetie, you're so wrong, I used you! Now leave, I don't need you anymore." Her harsh words echoing on his head making him cover his ears and made himself to a ball.

"Shut up! Shut up! Leave me alone." He screamed as he cried once more. The smell of liquor greeted his nose as it's something he is used to in his own room. His house reeked of the smell of alcohol. Beer and wine bottles surrounded him and was spread all over. Broken glass was everywhere. He hasn't eaten anything for so long he forgot how food good tasted like, he only knew the flavor of anger, and sadness; alcohol.

"Why?" He whispered as he tensed up. His daily question without an answer simply bothered him.

"I want to help you." Now other words echoed on his head. He scoffed and dried his tears with his sleeves.

"Nobody wants to." He stood up and coughed.

"Now I'm sick." He said through gritted teeth. He dragged his feet on the cold wooden floor to the kitchen looking for another bottle of beer. But something stopped him. His hand stopped from doing so, he didn't grab the beer but his keys. He changed to warm pants and a thin sweater. The cold didn't bother him, he and the chilly wind are the same. There was a near Café place where he used to go before turning into an alcoholic. Maybe the coffee will work like alcohol.

"An americano please." He was short by a dollar but the girl attending him was kind enough to pay that for him. She saw his state and decided to help him.

"One hot chocolate please." A warm and recognizable voice brought the attention of the male. He grunted as he rolled his eyes. Not wanting to see her.

"Yah! I know you saw me. Don't avoid me." She whined. She walked toward him, she wore really warm clothes.

"Are you that cold?" He scoffed. He took his order and walked away, she grabbed his sweater delicately enough to make him stop. He bit his lip as he closed his eyes.

"Don't leave me please." She looked down at the floor and the pale one felt guilty for the way he treated her. Her words lured him, stopping him from walking any further. Her sweet soft voice that no one could ignore.

"What do you want?" He turned around as he moved her hand away carefully, not wanting to hurt an innocent heart. This time his words didn't seem harsh, it didn't seem mean, but just tired.

"Please talk to me. We should get to know each other, let's drink coffee together." She smiled making Yoongi scoff once more, but he didn't mean it, he felt something unusual in his heart.

"Fine." He sat down on a chair as she sat across him.

"Thank you." She grabbed her hot drink from the employee and smiled at him. His expression never changed.