as the clock ticks and the thunder roars outside of his house.
yoongi sits in his cold living room with a glass bottle of beer in his hands and he was surrounded by empty cans.
the feeling of emptiness just laid there inside of him.
he felt like there was nothing else that can fix this messy problem. you were the only cure..
yoongi clenched onto the beer bottle as tears formed in his eyes as his heart aches.
tears ran down his cheeks as he took another gulp.
"when are you going to come back..?"
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bts imagines;
Fanfictioni write whatever, most are based on my dreams ;) you can request me any scenario as well
