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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 17

After the storm, the rainbow appears.

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Yoongi looked at his half-empty bottle of beer and looked at the other seven of them on the coffee table. A mix of beer and something salty is the only thing he could taste in the moment. He was hungry but was too drunk to cook. His chest seemed to have that same heavy weight every time he feels guilty, the same feeling when he was alone and depressed.

He took another sip of alcohol and the cold liquid ran through his throat. He threw the bottle on the floor, the glass bottle shattered into pieces once it touched the hard wooden ground.

"Kim Lisa! You said you were my friwend! Now, what are we? Huh? Answer meh! I thouwth you were perrfect once I saw you! But nooooo....you have your flaws too! Everyone has flaws in this hell of a world! You downt seem to beh any differewent from the rwest!" He ranted to a lamp, thinking it was her. His vision was blurred and dizzy, fantasizing her presence in front of the poor drunken individual.

"Tawlk to meh! Don't keep qweit! You were sho bwave when you tawlked to meh! Now you keep qweit! Talk to meeeeeehh! Answer meehhh!" He whined as if he was a child crying for a candy. He jumped and twisted his body as if pulling into a mother's hand wanting something from the store. He hiccuped as he walked his way out the door and closed it shut before walking from side to side on the deep snow.

His foot stepping deep into the snow, feeling the cold surround his warm figure. He shivered as he kept on stumbling his way to his destination. Tears rolling down his cheek, warm tears made him feel better from that cold snow that was hitting him. The streets were empty and dark, only cold wind would blow some trash away, it seemed that it was a simulation of his heart in real life. Slowly but surely he made it to his destination. He stood in front of the door struggling to stand up straight, his body moving forward and backwards.

"Hey! Fluff ball! Open up!" He knocked the door, his fists pounding on the door making a very loud sound. The door swung open, the wind greeting the crying female in front of him.

"Yoongi?! What are you doing here? It's cold outside!" Yoongi tried to get in, the warm air from her house could be felt on the male's face but instead of casually entering the house he tripped on his own foot and fell onto Lisa's arm making his breath go to her nose.

"Ugh! Yoongi! You smell like alcohol!" She helped him up and shut the door in a slam as she walked to the couch and set him down gently.

"You said we were friwends.." He started to tear up, his salty droplets falling down his jaw. "Are we still friwends? Huh? You're my angel who swaved me! I don't want to lowse you too.." He wrapped his arms around her waist catching her by surprise. She gasped as she felt the tight grip of the older, she was still standing up as the black haired boy was sitting down with his legs spread open having enough access for him to hug her.

"Yoongi...I..." Her words seemed to be taken away from her reach, unable to utter another word Yoongi tighten his grip and sobbed, his cries filling in the quiet room. The warmth from her house was something that Yoongi recognized, something he was almost used to but he loved it, what he called home.

Her heart slowly tore apart to see someone broken in front of her. She felt her chest get heavy as if something was sitting on her, oxygen was a bit harder to get into her system and she slowly started to shake. Her knees weakened and felt her heart drop to see how Yoongi was even more broken, her whole purpose was to make him feel better, but what she caused was the opposite.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered as she knelt down a bit to hug him properly, Yoongi's hands wrapped around her neck and brought her closer. He almost fell asleep right away, her warmth was already enough to make him droopy. Lisa chuckled quietly as she set him down and covered him with a spare blanket, took his shoes off and dried his tears away.