Suga | Figures

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I was debating on whether to put this one in this book because the book was made to make you people smile and laugh (hence the name), not feel sad or anything, but I changed up the plot so hopefully this at least makes you smile or feel fuzzy or something other than sadness because there's already a lot of that.

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Multiple tubs of ice cream were scattered around you, tissues were piled up and empty boxes of Kleenex were tossed about. You were curled up on the floor, Yoongi's arms wrapped around your shoulders, not a word being said. Tear stained cheeks, running mascara and blotchy skin would normally make you feel insecure but at this point, Yoongi had seen you crying and screaming for the man who had broken your heart, he had seen you tearing up photos of you and your ex, hearing you curse his name, he had seen you to your breaking point where all you wanted to do was to get drunk out of your mind. He'd seen you shattered and depressed and then rabid within seconds. He didn't say a thing during your two and a half hour hissy fit. He didn't need to comfort you with words, his actions were enough. He softly rocked you back and forth, his chin placed gently on the top of your head, your eyes were closed because they stung after all the tears cried. The room was silent except for his and your breathing. Your breathing mellowed as the rocking sent you to sleep. After Yoongi was absolutely sure that you were asleep, he'd carry you to the couch in his studio, laying you down and pulling a blanket over top of you. He sat crisscrossed in front of your sleeping face, moving a strand of hair out of your closed eyes. He thought about what had happened.

You came wailing into his studio, your makeup already smudged from your tears. You stumbled and fell to the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, hugging them close as you cried in your arms. Yoongi spun his chair towards you, instantly clambering out of the leather chair and onto the floor beside where you were. He didn't touch you, he was afraid he would shatter you even more like a thin sheet of glass. You eventually told him the whole thing, how your (ex) boyfriend coldheartedly broke it off with you, saying it was only a fling. After your waterworks had ended and there were almost no more tears to be cried for him, you pulled your bag over to you, pulling out a stack of photos of you and him, ones you had just printed today, you were going to put them on your wall but they had a different use now. You swore and cursed as you ripped each and every photo in half, some of them in half again and again until they were just little-torn pieces discarded on the floor, you'd sometimes get really angry and tear off you ex's head yelling about how much you wished he was there right now so that you could kick him in the crotch, Yoongi winced a little as he imagined how painful that would be. You eventually ran out of photos to rip up, and so tears began to prick your eyes once again. You cried in your hands completely drowning out any outside noise, including the studio door opening and then closing just as quickly. Yoongi came back with bags full of different flavored ice creams, mint chocolate chip, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, cookies and cream, peanut butter, all of them, and the only other thing was two spoons. You finished most of them, Yoongi only having strawberry and vanilla before leaving the rest for you. After your little ice cream buffet, you just sat there, not knowing what to do, not feeling sad or aggravated, no emotion in particular. That's when Yoongi thought it'd be best to touch you, to comfort you in a way he was too scared to do in the beginning.

Yoongi stared at your sleeping face, he hated seeing you so upset over someone. You had tugged at his heartstrings. He felt like crying for you, but he didn't, he knew you'd both be okay before too long. Leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead, he wrapped his hand and fingers around yours before laying his head down on the extra space on the couch and fell asleep himself.

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Was that okay? I dunno. Sorry if it made you feel sad, I tried my best to turn things around but I'm not sure how it turned out.....

But I put it through google translate (Japanese to English) and I had a good laugh, maybe I'll make a 'second' part with the google translate version.

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