Agust D : Min Yoongi x Reader

19. Adynamia

anynamia

/ˌædɪˈneɪmɪə/

noun 1. (obsolete) loss of vital power or strength, esp as the result of illness; weakness or debility

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"Why are you -"

He pressed his foot on the break roughly, causing the car to suddenly stop, you to push forward in your seat and quickly grab onto your seatbelt in hopes not to slam your head against that dashboard. And you didn't luckily.

He pulled the key out, opening his door, suddenly just leaving the car there in the middle of the road, middle of nowhere, since this mansion too was hidden in the middle of nowhere, the only thing surrounding you were endless trees and a Sun getting ready to set. It was on some big hill, the mansion, something resembling one of those rich people properties, acres of it.

You watched him have one of his aggressive episodes again, only this time you weren't rushing to help him.

Let him deal with his own bullshit.

You sunk into your seat even more if that was possible, wishing you could think your way out of this. He pulled at his own hair in a similar fashion. Well at least you two thought alike.

You'd think he wanted to feel the road again, continue his path back home, but instead he chose the white lines you surely thought would destroy him.

"Let me remind you something dollface" he leaned down to be at eye level with you, pressing his hands against the car but not getting in "No one forced you to be with me. That was your choice"

"You're gonna die an addict"

"Sure princess, sure. You think I haven't been doing this for years? You think drugs are the real evil of this world? You think you're so smart, you think you know everything- you know nothing. You know nothing about me, or my life, or how I live it. Get out. Get the fuck out of my car"

You knew this wasn't him talking, it was the drugs, and moments later he was walking away from the car, confirming your theory.

"How did we get here?"

He paused, circling around the car to be at your door at the passengers seat, and then he opened it. He sat on the ground, putting his hands behind his head, staring down at his feet.

"I'd have ruined it all but not you...not us. We aren't supposed to get ruined"

There was that part of you, that loved him in the first place, aching to say things can be worked out, tempted to breathe life back into your relationship.

As if this was a real relationship.

But then again, what's real and what's fake?

"Let's just go home"

And you did.

The home that was everyone's home it seemed, since all his little workers had huddled into your house, as if it was theirs, eating hungrily and drinking heavily. Was this how they celebrated?

Maybe he just starved them into work.

He joined them, and you could see his shoulders slumping as he sat at the dinner table, joining his people and eating the food in front of him. You walked over to them, looking for that friendly face, looking for someone who could maybe ease you. But, Jungkook wasn't there.

You wanted to ask, but you also didn't want to talk to him. You wanted to be cold, just like him.

But you stayed, and you listened in on the chit chat going on, as if nothing had happened in the past few hours. They talked about their girlfriends, their friends, some of them were talking about video-games.