Who Are You?

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i hadn't talked to yoongi for weeks. at this point i felt as if i should just accept it.

i tried my hardest but still nothing. but i felt like i could've tried harder.

i wiped my eyes, i was hurt, yet again. i wanted yoongi to stay longer, he was a good friend of mine, and i was the only one in his life.

knock, knock, knock.

i sniffled, quickly wiping away the tears stains on my cheeks as i walked to the door.

knock, knock, knock, knock.

"i'm coming!" i exclaimed.

i opened the door, yoongi was leaning against the door way. "hi yerin~" his words slurred.

he smelled of alcohol, weed, and cigarettes. i backed away from him as he stumbled through the doorway.

"your house smells good, like apple cinnamon." he laughed.

"yoongi what are you doing here?" i asked, crossing my arms. i never thought i'd ever feel this uncomfortable around him.

the smell of tobacco was practically tempting me. "i came to see you of course, you're my best friend." he sighed.

"yoongi...you're drunk," i said. "yeah, maybe a little bit."

"and high..." i added. "not to mention you also smell like cigarettes. what is wrong with you? why did you do this? what are you getting out of this?" i scoffed.

"i tried the damn lollipop and it didn't work this time. my emotions are gone right now and i can't feel anything, that's what i'm getting out of this." he smirked.

his eyes were red and low, his cheeks were flushed with a light glow, and he just reeked of despair and regret.

"how did you even get weed?" i asked, i knew he smoked cigarettes but not weed. he shrugged, "i have my ways."

"yoongi, go home. call a cab or something..." i said.

"come on princess, you can't get me out that quick." he sighed. "don't call me that." i said sternly.

"oh i get it, you want a different nickname huh babygirl." he smirked, grabbing onto my hips. i shoved him away, his back hitting the wall, he grinned.

"stop it. why the fuck are you here?" i raised my voice a bit.

he scratched the tip of his nose with his thumb, smirking and licking his lips before he spoke, "you know, maybe you are the problem."

"excuse me?"

"yeah," he shrugged. "i have all this bullshit with my life and then you come into my life and just get me into a bigger mess."

i scoffed, "is that right?"

stop talking yoongi. you're hurting me.

"yep. i knew i never should've texted you. and i think about that everyday! what if i had never texted you? maybe my life would be easier." he said with no emotion.

i gulped, a heart wrenching feeling hit my chest. but anger filled my body the most. it flowed through me like water, stinging my eyes, and spilling through my pores.

"then you'd still be lonely with no one but you and your bottled up problems." i spat.

he laughed, "beats getting into a fight because of you."

"well if you feel that way then you can just fucking leave!" i yelled at the top of my lungs. the room grew silent.

he gulped, blinking as he clenched his jaw, he was starting to sober up now.

"yerin-"

"no! get the fuck out! i don't want you here! i don't want to see you at all! i've been nothing but nice to you! i trusted you with everything i still had after austin and you're just throwing me away like i'm nothing! so fuck you min yoongi! fuck you!"

i screamed. i cried as i grabbed onto his arms, shoving him out the door with all of the power i had. "yerin wait-"

i slammed the door in his face, sobbing as i slid down to the floor, covering my face.

it hurt to cry, it hurt to breathe.

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