kiss me (finished)

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yoongis brain was fuzzy do to the alcohol running through is stomach and the pounding of his head was only made worse by the music blasting through his apartment. it was only a matter of time before his neighbors made a complaint, but he didn't really ? care ? he couldn't bring himself to give a shit.

the music came to a stop, only to start up again, the song playing on repeat for at least an hour now. every note hurt his heart even worse than before. why was he doing this to himself ? he didn't even want to be here, he didn't want to be with him, in a relationship at all ?? so,, why did it hurt so bad..

(the lyrics will be typed in english, to make it easier for me, sorry !!)

If only I had just one day
I want to peacefully fall asleep intoxicated with your sweet scent

he took another drink, the burn at the back of his throat numb at this point

Whenever I see you I run out of breath like the streets of Myungdong
Our BGM is the sound of breathing
Your voice when you say my name

he was pacing around his apartment, the meaning behind all of the words, swirling around in his mind.

I appreciate the masterpiece that is you because your existence alone is art
I imagine this all night every day
Because it's a meaningless dream anyway

he was singling alone to his own words, roughly, of course, he wasn't a singer, and the whiskey he was downing wasn't great for his throat.

he started to hear arguing in his hallway, it must be his neighbors, coming to tell him to shut up, it was very early in the morning at this point, part of him felt bad, the other part couldn't seem to get enough grip to realize what was happening.

there was a knock a his door, he didn't answer just shouted, " YEAH, YEAH I KNOW, ILL TURN IT DOWN, JESUS-" and he did, a little bit, still too loud for what would be considered appropriate, but that was something.

there was another knock at the door. he started to walk up to it, and heard a voice, quite, but loud enough for him to hear.

",, yoongi ?" he stopped in his tracks. why the fuck was hoseok here, he didn't want to see him, especially not like this, god he lookdd pathetic. he turned down his music, so it was still softly playing through his home.

But still, if you see me someday, smile
Maybe you resent me a little or no, a lot
I know, I couldn't look at you more because of my dream
Then just give me one day
Even if it's in my dream, just one day

he walked to the door, but didn't open it.

his voice cracked, due to the stress aswell as, well, his throat was kinda fucked up from crying and drinking. "what are you doing here, jung ?" his voice came off very angry, which wasn't the intention. he could feel the brown haired boys nervousness through the door.

when he spoke again, he seemed more guarded, "your friends asked me to come check on you, i told them it wasn't my place and that they should, even though i don't fully understand why i should be comforting you, but that's besides the point anyway i-" his voice cracked, and his breathing got heavy, so yoongi opened the door, causing him to stumble forward almost into yoongi.

he watched as hoseok focused on him, the fucked up hair, his face red from drinking, the glass in his hand. he looked like he was surprisingly holding his own, maybe his soulmate showing up sobered him.

"you can, come in, if you want, or not, that's ok too. just tell them not to worry about me. i'm fine-" he got cut off by the taller. " you're obviously not fucking fine, yoongi."