little ¦ yooncentric

pjm - Pale Skin (pt. 8)

Title: Pale Skin laced with Bruises

Chapters: 8/9

By: yoongishi

Plot: everything keeps falling apart and everyone's scrambling to pick the pieces back up again.

A/N: I'm So Sorry. This isn't beta'd bc i decided to update this at midnight because I COULDNT SLEEP. also it's late, not surprising TBH. better late than never

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Yoongi knocked on the apartment door. Jin looked at him worriedly as he opened the door, asking why he'd come home so late, or early since it was 5 now, sleep lining the sentences he'd spoken. Yoongi didn't answer and gave him a sleepy-drunk grin but Jin didn't pry. His steps were wobbly as he made his way to his room.

Yoongi didn't go straight home right after the fight. He was dragged to a bar, not that bar, just a random bar he'd found whilst wandering on the gravelly streets, mind blank. He was hoping he'd get picked up tonight and hopefully maybe he'll get another chance to just spread his legs once more to cope. He never really realized how much sex became a secret coping mechanism within a job.

Maybe, just maybe, as he left the building he regretted lashing out at Jimin like that. At some point, as he wandered aimlessly, he realized how easily he let his walls get broken down. Then, somewhere between his fourth breaching fifth drink he realized how much he liked Jimin. His mind started projecting memories of Jimin's smile, the twinkle in eyes as he looked at Yoongi, how tentative he was towards Yoongi, and how maybe Yoongi was so toxic, he just might have been, no he was the cause of him snapping. Only Yoongi could ruin someone who was seemingly perfect.

Yoongi was no longer mad; it seemed all of his emotions decided to be washed out by the taste of alcohol. He must have looked a little insane right now, he began chuckling to himself somewhere around the end of the fifth drink. How silly was he to believe for even a second that he deserved something more, even less, someone more than a rich business man, pushing his knees apart to fulfill his daily dose of infidelity.

4 a.m. hit and he left the bar. His disoriented self somehow pulled him back to the front of the dorms. He didn't linger there for too long, no point. It was over now. His tired legs continued on a path to home.

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"Jimin?" Yoongi slurred, seeing a fairly large lump in his bed. He doesn't know why that was the name that slipped out his lips when Jimin clearly wouldn't be here. Maybe he wanted it to be him. Drunk words are sober thoughts after all.

The figure tossed itself to face Yoongi's silhouette in the way too early morning. "Yoongi hyung?"

He plopped down on the bed next to 'Jimin'. "You're still calling me hyung after that?"

"What?" 'Jimin' answered sleepily, not processing what was unfolding before him.

"Y'know~ After that fight. 'm sorry, 'm really stupid, Jimin. 'm surprised you even want to talk to me anymore," Yoongi pouted, "I yelled at you, you yelled at me. It. Was. Madness!" Yoongi laughed over dramatically waving his arms.

"Yoongi, I'm not-" 'Jimin' tried to stop Yoongi.

"Jimin-ah, Jiiimiiin, Jiminnie, Jimin," Yoongi continued his drunk ramblings, "'m sorry. I think I was jus' scared. I was scared of you. Scared of how you just charged into my life without warning and broke me down in just three days. How'd you even do that?"

There was a moment of silence, "You know? You actually know more about me than Jungkook does. And I thought I could tell that kid everything. I haven't told him I didn't chase my dreams like he thought I did. So shh, don't tell him."