Liquor {Yoongi}

The problems that never left

The days at Jimins went by quickly, I did the stuff I did at Suga's place. The only difference was, it was less alcohol and drugs here. Jimin a few times a day  would say something flirtatious but I usual just ignored it. Just because Suga and I hadn't talked in a week or so, doesn't mean I don't still care about him. I actually missed him more than I thought I would.

I had made my mind up, I was going to go over to Suga's house and talk to him after I finished working. I needed to talk to him and this silent treatment we had going on wasn't doing anything to help.

After making some food to Jimin, I grabbed my jacket and put on my shoes.

"I'm leaving now Jimin" I said loudly, not knowing where he was in the house.

Jimin's head peaked out a door in the hallway.

"Already?" He asked with smirk on his face.

"I have something I have to do" I explained fiddling in my pocket to find my car keys. Jimin walked towards me slowly.

"I thought we could maybe spent the night together" he said in a husky voice. My heart actually stopped for a second, and my eyes almost popped out of my head.

"Jimin-" I started.

"Common, You're not with Suga anymore" he said, placing his hands on my hips. I quickly pushed them away.

"I was actually on my way to talk to him" I explained before walking towards the door.

"Good luck talking to him, he's probably high or drunk" Jimin said as I opened the door and made my way out of the house. What an ass. The worst thing is that it's a possibility. I hope he's sober so we can actually talk.

I jumped in my car and drove towards Suga's house. Luckily his house wasn't so far away from Jimin's, I guess the boys live close to each other.

The road turned very familiar as I started reaching Suga's house. I was getting a bit nervous. I'm just hoping he's doing ok.

I pulled up in his driveway. There was no music playing or lights flickering, so he hadn't thrown a party. Thank god.

I walked towards the door taking a deep breath before ringing the door bell. I tapped my foot in nervousness and started thinking about different scenarios. But no one came to open the door. Should I ring the door bell again? I pulled at the door handle, the door was open.

I pushed the door open. The air was thick and smelled like alcohol. I felt disappointed right away.

"Hello?" I said out in the air. I tried finding the light switch but it was to no use. I walked towards the kitchen where I knew the lights would come on automatically.

"Yoongi? It's Candice. The door was open so I just walked in" I explained, finding my way into the kitchen.

When the lights in the kitchen went on, the lights lit up the rest of the house in dim lighting. The mess appeared. Bottles laid all over the house, clothes were scattered all over the floor in the living room. Dishes had piled up in the sink, it all looked so dirty and almost abandoned.

Heavy footsteps echoed trough the house outside of the kitchen. After a few seconds a familiar face stood by the kitchen. It took a few seconds before he turned to me. He didn't look so good. He was wearing only a pair of sweatpants, and his hair was a mess. I sighed as he stumbled towards me.

"Candice what are you doing here" he slurred while smiling.

"I came to talk to you" I said annoyed.

"Great" he smiled at me. I could smell the alcohol coming from him.

"Your not in the state for a serious conversation" I said bitterly.

"We can talk" he said. He was so drunk, I actually hadn't seen him this drunk ever.

"Your drunk Yoongi, call me when you're not drinking" I said disappointed, starting to walk out of the kitchen. Yoongi grabbed my wrist harshly.

"Let me go!" I said aggressively.

"Please talk to me Candice" he said with sad eyes. He tightened his grip.

"You're hurting me Yoongi" I said starting to get scared.

"Common Candice lets have some fun"'he said with smirk.

"You're drunk. Let me go!" I yelled twisting my way out of his grip. I walked quickly out of the kitchen, with tears in my eyes.

"Candice please! Don't leave me!" Yoongi yelled behind me, falling down to his knees. I stopped and turned to look at the broken man sitting on the floor.

"I will stay when you stop destroying yourself" I said rubbing my wrists.

"I care about you Yoongi, but you have to start getting help, so you can take care of yourself as well" I said softly. Yoongi looked up at me with tearful eyes.

"I can't get better without you" he sobbed.

"Did you ever get any better when I was here?" I asked looking at him as he had his eyes on the floor.

"I wasn't drinking or doing drugs when you worked here, when we dated" he said, a smile appeared on his face at the end of his sentence.

"You'll just have to learn to get better without me here" I stated before walking away.

I made my way to the front door with tears now rolling down my cheeks. I had spent years getting away from alcohol and drugs, I couldn't be around it like this. I knew Yoongi needed help, but he had to get help himself to be able to heal properly.

I sat down in the car leaning my head against the wheel sobbing. I wanted to help but his wasn't my battle. He had to understand that his addiction wasn't just him and the alcohol, it was more than that.

A/N
Oh my. My ideas have to be reconsidered after this chapter, I think I just messed things up a little for myself but it will all be juicy anyway. (Remember to vote!) and good luck to everyone starting school this week.