Journal. (Yoongi AU)

010.

I'm still awake after my mother puts herself to bed. I continue reading A Better World Than This for the third time through, now that I have the book back in my possession. In the middle of reading a sentence, my phone buzzes at my side. I take off my reading glasses and pick up my phone, reading a text from Yoongi.

Can you come over? x

I find his question extremely odd and my mind wanders with why he would want me to come to his flat. I don't even know where exactly he lives; he's the one who drove us there the other night. I take a couple seconds before I begin typing in words.

I don't know... It's late.

After texting him back I try focusing back on my book, but before I can even finish my sentence my phone vibrates again.

Please. I want you with me right now

I sigh while reading the text in disbelief. Why would he want me?

I don't even know where you live...

I can pick you up, he texts back.

I don't think he understands that I don't want to see him right now. I don't text him back due to the face that I struggle with finding something to say, so I go on with reading. A couple minutes later, I hear tapping on my window.

You're kidding me.

I set my book down at my side as well as my glasses and slowly get out of my bed, trying to stay quiet just in case there are other noises that sound shortly after. I pull my curtains back and see the face that I knew I would see. Yoongi's face looks worn out, dull. He doesn't look how he did earlier in the week when I saw him last. I furrow my brows then lift my window up so I'm able to see him properly. His face has dark blotches scattered all around... like bruises. Then the red ooze smeared onto his cheek from his nose... blood. Did he get into a fight?

"Yoongi?"

He gives me what seems like the best smile he can make, but it comes out strained and lazy.

"Come with me?" he asks.

As he speaks, I smell a hint of alcohol in his breathe. He must be drunk. And the fact that I see his motorcycle behind him means that he drove here himself, that scares me. I have no idea what to do right now. It's barely past 10:00 at night and if my mother wakes and sees that I'm missing, she'll most likely call the cops. And not to mention, I am in no shape to go out looking the way I do right now, my pajamas being cotton shorts and a t shirt with a kitten on it. A kitten.

I hesitate to answer, but I know I must answer when his beaten up features stare into my eyes.

"Okay."

I grab a jacket and slip on the closest shoes to me then tell him to meet me at the front door. I tip toe out of my bedroom and, as quietly as I can, open the front door only to see Yoongi's lean body slightly slouched as if his abdomen were in pain. He had to have been jumped. Closing the door behind me, I give him a concerned look and he gives me a small smirk before leading me to his bike.

"Yoongi, are you drunk?" I ask, stopping him from getting onto the bike.

He lazily shakes his head and tries pulling me onto the bike, but I don't let him.

"I don't think you should drive... Come with me in my car," I insist.

He doesn't bother refusing and we get into my small, clean car. Imagine the risk we both would have taken if we rode on his motorcycle, I'm just thankful that Yoong made it here himself without crashing... He puts his hand on my thigh during the car ride, cheekily letting it wander up, but I shake him off. His drunken state is more playful, but he still frightens me. Once we arrive, I follow him up the concrete stairs to his apartment and I immediately recognize the mess and lack of tidiness in his home. He kicks his dark, dirty Converse off by the door and I copy his actions. After doing so, he turns around and smiles at me, but it doesn't come off appealing due to the wounds on his face that I have yet to find out how they've been created.