Addicted | Yoonmin✔

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I lay my weapons down
Tonight for the first time
Am I seeing myself through your eyes
I've already lost this war

-

"Lo and behold! Sir cuntius the third!" Jihoon exclaimed as he walked into the bar, holding his arms wide open. "I have a feeling my contact name is cunt on your phone," He smirked before sitting down across from Yoongi. Yoongi didn't even look at him, he was too busy looking at his phone's screen.

"Go order so long, I'm gonna finish my chat with my Jimin," Yoongi muttered, his lips wrapped around the straw of Jimin's long-forgotten Coke.

My Jiminie
Okay, but be safe around him.
Keep me updated on how he is.
Don't hesitate to call if
you're feeling weak or something, kay?
<3

Me
Okay, will do.
Thank you for tonight, tho,
and I can't wait to christen
my new apartment
with your sweet moans.
;)

My Jiminie
Shut upppp, you perverted
old man!

Me
I prefer the term
"suga daddy"
SUGAR*
Shitttt typo

My Jiminie
Bear in mind that your
new contact name on my phone
is Suga Daddy, and there's
nothing you can do about that.

Me
Well, yours is "Baby Boy" now.

Baby Boy
Damn straight.
Oops, forgot I'm gay for a second.
Damn not-straight.

Me
Get back into the closet.
Go discover Narnia.

Baby Boy
You're just jelly over my thick-ass
furs. Gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang.

Me
Lol bye idiot.
I 💜 you tho.

Baby Boy
💜 you too, perv.

Yoongi locked his phone and placed it upside down on the counter, just in time for Jihoon to sit down with two beers. "So, beer, huh? Weak," Jihoon teased as he pushed the beer towards Yoongi, who rolled his eyes before taking a rather sizable sip.

"I'm a recovering addict, unlike you. I plan on keeping myself clean, so beer is as far as I'll go for now." His voice was distant and cold. "And I'm not here for chit-chat. Let's get to the point."

"You always were needy and eager," Jihoon bit his lip in thought as memories of their past flooded his mind. Memories of Yoongi, with his mint green hair, sitting on Jihoon's lap as Jihoon rubbed his back, whispering sweet nothings as the younger man whimpered in pain due to withdrawals.

There was a time where both of them was as lost as the other. They were broke, and in need of a fix, and they had clung to each other with all they're worth because even if they were in one fucked-up relationship, it was better than being alone.

Jihoon was Yoongi's strength when Yoongi couldn't even look his own reflection in the eye, and Yoongi was Jihoon's piece of heaven and pleasure amidst the hell they had to face outside of their bedroom. Even if they constantly fought, even if they hated each other so much, after 2 am (when the pain of their existence was the worst), they were madly in love and would find solace in each other's arms, at least until the sun rose again and they were back to the cussing and the screaming and the hating.

"Don't speak about our past like it's something to smile about," the ravenette spat. "It was fucked-up, and ugly, and-"

"And if it wasn't for what you and I had, we would both have been dead now. Admit it: deep down, you loved it. There's a part of you that questions what would we have been if we were two normal people, because I do. Some days, I think about what we could have been if there had been no drugs involved." Jihoon's face was...different. His voice was shaky, as if he wasn't used to facing his feelings, as if he wasn't used to feeling human. Yoongi could sympathise with him: feeling human was the scariest thing in the world.