jimin shakes in anger as he pours himself a glass of the bottle of red wine that he found, hidden above in an empty cabinet.
he stares at the analog clock on the wall in front of him, almost forgetting the wine being poured.
1:42 am
"i wish it was witching hour" he chuckles to himself.
yoongi fell asleep on the couch minutes prior to the sounds of cars passing by on the road and thunder, after checking up on his boyfriend.
when asked if he's okay, all jimin could do was shrug in confusion.
He takes a gulp out of his glass and slides down the wall until he sits quietly on the ground.
but sooner or later his barrier breaks and he's back to sobbing.
yoongi hears this and automatically sits up without giving his eyes to adjust, running over to the kitchen where his boyfriend got into the wine.
his first thought is that jimin must be drunk, that that is until he speaks up.
"i want to go to his house"
"what do you mean you want to go to his house?" yoongi doesn't understand why he would want to go back, considering he literally convinced jimin to leave the abusive household after only days of meeting.
"just trust me."
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trying to fly | myg & pjm
Fanfictiona story of a lonely boy who called a number in hopes that It was the suicide hotline, but he was mistaken. but maybe calling that number was the best mistake he ever made. © WHITESATIIN lowercase intended trigger warning: - mature content - mental i...
