Antidote // Reader x Park Jimin

9) Volatile

The last of the morning wave had finally left.  The smell of liquor was ripe in the air.  

You only had fifteen more minutes until the sweet release of sleep.  Well, that is if you could even get any sleep with the overwhelming, intrusive thoughts about the strange idol that kept running through your brain.  He was a driving force in your life one moment, pulling you involuntarily in every direction.  The next moment, he was gone, leaving you with way too many questions.  There were so many left unanswered. so it was no surprise that you had him almost constantly on your mind, even though you didn't want to.  

You wanted life to be stable.  No, you needed life to be stable.

And Park Jimin seemed to be the farthest thing from stable, especially when he was around you.

The shimmering light from the sunrise began to peak between the blinds in the bar windows that you had mostly closed earlier in the night.  The light crept onto the tables.  You leaned back against the bar just watching as time passed by.  The slit of light crept further and further up the table.  It was peaceful to have finally brought your mind back to some twisted form of peace.

Slam!

You nearly fell to the floor, very startled.  The door had been catapulted open, a seemingly strange face storming in as it flew toward the wall.  His head was hung low, his dark hair preventing you from getting a good look at his features.

You hadn't fully recovered from the initial scare and weren't quite ready for him to storm right up to you.  It wasn't until he lifted his head, his bloodshot, rage-filled eyes boring into yours.  

Min Yoongi?

What was he doing back at the bar?  Why was he all of sudden up in your face?  What had you done to make him so mad?  Was it Jimin? Had you done something to Jimin?

Your mind raced through thousands of questions that you couldn't answer.

He continued to stare, his personality a stark difference to the one you had witnessed nearly a month prior.  His breathing was heavy and you noticed his fists clenched near the waistband of his pants.  You wondered if he was going to...  to hurt you.

You defensively slid your way behind the bar, so that there would at least be that barrier to protect you from future attack.  

To your surprise, the gaze suddenly softened, and Yoongi plopped down on the barstool, slouched over like he was completely exhausted.

"Scotch," he hissed, pulling a stack of cash from his pocket.  He slapped it down on the bar. 

"We close in three minutes," you informed him nervously.

"Scotch," he insisted, still heaving for breath. You weren't sure what was going on, but you found yourself sympathizing with the suffering idol.  You grabbed a glass and the scotch from the rack, quickly pouring the man some alcohol.  He inhaled it, slamming the glass down on the bar.  You poured him another glass, and he did the same.  You were afraid the cycle would continue for an unhealthy amount, so you broke it.

"Y-Yoongi? Why... Why are you here?" 

He released the glass, pulling his hand back to his lap.  He lifted his eyes to meet yours which were evidently full of concern.

"You do know you drive him absolutely crazy," he remarked.

You knew exactly what he meant.

"Then why hasn't he stopped by again?  I thought he would, considering how he was acting," you admitted.