For what it's worth || Sope

Binge

The sky followed Yoongi to his car, and his car around the corner to a little curb, by itself.

Yoongi sat in his car for a while, awaiting the light of the sun to fade away and allow the cold, dim lit moon to light the way for his binge.

As the sky finally fell, Yoongi got out of his car, his collar now unbuttoned. His hair was messy, and he had bottles of alcohol surrounded him as he sat.

He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and opened the lid. He began drinking it like water, ignoring the stinging littering his throat.

The pain physically and mentally began collaborating to force him to down the bottles of forget.

His eyes grew more and more dilated, his mind grew more and more blank.

His head bobbled as the bottles kept coming.

Once he was on his third large bottle of alcohol, he found a hand grasp his shoulder.

He pitifully looked up at the stranger. His sight was beyond dizzy, he listened to the voice, attempting to determine this situation.

"Hey! What are you doing? Are you listening?"

Yoongi looked down and shook his head, it continued to move unintentionally.

The man grabbed the remaining bottles, including the one Yoongi lightly held in his hand.

"Why the hell are you trying to drink yourself to oblivion??"

Yoongi tried to stand up, the man watched solemnly.

"You gonna answer?"

So blinded by his drunk state, Yoongi began to let his words flow out, something they aren't used to.

His words slurred as they fell out.

"Nothhin-gh is ohh-ka-yh.."

The man placed the bottles off to the side, and continued listening.

"I want-Ttted to fuuuckkking die-ee.. butT you didn't FUuHCKING lEt meEe."

The man stepped towards Yoongi and took him to the drivers seat of the drunk boy's car.

He sat him in their momentarily, then went around the other side to grab the bottles.

He put the full bottles in the back seat of yoongi's car, and turned around to toss the empty bottles in the large dumpster a few feet from them.

The man heard a car behind him, and glanced beyond his shoulder, finding that Yoongi had started his car and began driving away.

He tossed the bottles into the trash as delicate as possible and began chasing the car, but it was too late. He had already began driving down the street, speeding intensely.

"Why the fuck am I so stupid?!"

||Hobi||

The shiny reflection of the countertops in the sandwich joint glistened as Hobi finished drying the wet spots where cleaner previously sat. His coworker delicately mopped up a mess left by a family that had been there a few minutes prior.

Car lights shined against the windows of the shop.

A small, silver Ford Focus sat in a parking spot slightly off from being aligned with the door to the shop.

Hoseok figured they were a quick last minuter.

"Looks like we got one more before close up."