The brown glass bottle met
with the lips of a broken man.
His elbows landed back onto
his knees, hunching over, he
hung his head low.
Knocks erupted from the door
causing the male to yell.
"Come in!" He leaned his
whole body back letting the
rest of the beer empty in his
mouth.
Throwing the glass on the
ground he looked at his best
friend who walked in with
a disgusted look. "My man,"
He started. "What the fuck
happened to your house?"
The house was a complete
mess. Dirty laundry, trash,
beer bottles, empty alcohol
glasses were everywhere.
Taehyung chuckled with a
his deep voice. "Don't worry
about it." He gestured with
his hand to leave it alone.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
He questioned seeing the
lack of the handsome male
following behind his best
friend.
"About that..." Namjoon
scratched the back of his neck
with nervousness. "He says he
doesn't want to associate with
you anymore." Before Taehyung
could speak his mind, he
interrupted. "Anyways here's
your stuff." He tossed a rather
large bag filled with green onto
the other's lap. "I gotta get going,
he's waiting for me in the car."
With that, the tall blonde left.
