dominant. ☽myg☾

025

Y/N's P.O.V.

Grimacing when the smell of yesterday's meal concocted with vodka or some sort of spirit, I reached for the tissue roll and snapped off a piece, wiping at the corners of my mouth of it then dumping it in the toilet.

"How are you coping, babe?" Yugyeom dropped into the bathroom for the third or fourth time this morning, his sadist remarks pissing me off more and more with each return.

I glared at him over my shoulder through heavy eyelids, "Ha ha. Very funny-" more of yesterday's drinking session contents climbed out of my throat and into the toilet- "I've figured out how to make a coctail, you want some?"

Yugyeom tiptoed to the toilet and peered over me, making wrenching noises as he backed off again, "No, I think I'll pass. I'd rather keep my internal organs, thanks."

I laughed pitifully, the crestfallen feeling slipping back into my empty stomach when I stared at the empty hands resting on my lap.

"Oh, how proud your mother would be if she saw you like this now."

Oh shit, mum!

I looked frantically at Yugyeom, only for him to wave my paniced state off, "Don't worry. I sent her a text after you went to sleep saying you were crashing at mine for the night. SHe said she would pick you up at about lunch time."

"What time is it now?"

"About lunch time," he stated, matter-of-factly. Looking all authorative with his arms crossed and all leant up against the door frame.

"Do you enjoy watching me suffer, so?"

"Of course I do. Now have a shower and get rid of that ass smell before your mum arrives," he chucked a towel onto the floor and left the room.

I sighed and stood up shakily. Flushing the appetizing contents down the toilet I turned on the cold shower tap and undressed. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and cringed.

"Apparently I look as bad as I feel..." I mumbled out loud as I poked at the imperfections on my face.

The image of YoonGi hugging me from behind, his chin nestled into the crook of my neck as we stared at one another in the mirror of my bathroom in silence, had flooded into my mind. My heart squeezed.

I slapped my cheeks lightly and pivoted to the shower, pulling my longing gaze from the empty space next to me in the reflection. With a heavy heart, I sighed heavily and stepped into the shower, hissing away at the cold water upon instinct. Shaking my head, I forced myself under the bitter cold water. My shoulders shrugged sharply, the breath stuck in my lungs as I forget how to breathe for a brief moment.

I stared at the tiles on the surrounding walls, wishing the coldness would wash away the emptiness in a whoosh of some metaphorical miracle.

There was a knock on the door, followed by a "Hurry up!"

How long had I been in here?

Snapping out of my space, I turned the tap off and stepped back out of the shower, slipping slightly from the overstep of the rug on the floor. I scooped up the towel from the floor and dried myself off before pulling yesterday's clothes back on.

The top felt too heavy on my shoulders. The jeans clung too tight to my thighs. Socks suffocated my feet. Everything felt so heavy. So why do I feel so empty?

I chucked the towel into the hamper and ambled out of the bathroom into the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of my mother and Yugyeom talking across the island counter. Letting out a pathetic cough, I got their attention and walked towards them, sliding an arm over my mum's shoulder, "Thanks for letting me crash here, Yugy."