For what it's worth || Sope

Ticking time bomb

The sound of a quiet vehicle creeping as quiet as possible into a parking lot took the silence away from Yoongi's apartment building.

Yoongi was still drunk beyond control, and Hobi sympathized the hangover already.

He opened his car door and shut It as quiet as possible, then made his way slowly to the passenger side, dreading the thought of pulling Yoongi out.

Hoseok opened the door, and calmly grabbed Yoongi, who looked like he was in pain, deep in his soul.

Yoongi stumbled over his own feet, his messy movements causing himself clumsiness.

Hobi hoisted Yoongi up into his arms, knowing he wouldn't make it with his own two feet in this state.

They arrived to the apartment, and yoongi was let out of hobi's arms, and laid on the couch.

He shifted, and almost dozed off.

"Yoongi, we need to talk."

Hobi was by now sitting in Yoongi's chair, naturally sinking in the place Yoongi always sat on the chair.

It's useless, he's drunk beyond fix..

Yoongi finally allowed sleep to consume him, his thoughts averting from the previous events.

The sun rose, assaulting Yoongi's now small pupils.

His hair was even messier than the night before when his alcohol coping got the better of him.

Jung Hoseok sat in the chair beside him, his sleepy face resting in his own hand.

Yoongi knew he'd be told off for his decisions, and he didn't want it right now.

He stood up, shakily and shuffled to the front door, keys now shoved into his hoodie pocket.

Once arriving to his car, he got in, and drove off, no emotions flooding his mind as they generally would when he did this.

But there was nothing, not even a spec of sadness, anger, he felt nothing.

He wasn't even scared, but he wanted to be.

He didn't want this to become his normal, he couldn't let that happen,

Because when you feel nothing,

You're more dangerous.

He was already a danger to himself, and in these terms it would spread rapidly.

Soon enough, everyone would be pushed away again, and he would finally go through with his dark desires, eating at his internal red flags.

Soon they won't be there, and neither will he.

The car stopped, and shut off.

He pulled off into his favourite coffee shop parking lot.

He exited his vehicle, and the next moments became a blur.

Before Yoongi knew it he was silently sitting in a booth, facing away from everyone in the store, tears slowly streaming down his face, his arms close by his side, and his mind being interrupted by a woman holding his drink on a tray.

"Sir?-"

She glanced at his face, noticing the forming puddle on the table.

"Are you alright?"

Yoongi snapped out of it, he looked up at the woman, and snapped back down at the table, wiping his eyes and the table off.

"Yes, thanks for the drink."