WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

✃SUBMISSION✁

"Shit."

Yeonjun rubs the back of his aching neck, sitting up on the floor beside his bed, no longer under it.

In his hands are a pile of clothes he shoved underneath when Soobin unexpectedly showed up the night before.

He spots it. Flexing the orange knit material in his hands. He lays the shirt down away from the pile of stuff before reaching under the bed again, looking for something. He feels plastic.

Yeonjun leans back again, tossing the plastic bag of white circular pills Soobin had picked up.

Yeonjun stands up and looks around. He walks over to his still, messy desk and starts to move some of the mess around. He finds vanilla-jasmine tea packets under blue boxers.

Yeonjun imagined drinking it. So fucking gross.

He also tosses them with the other two items. Yeonjun looks at the items on the floor and sighs.

He walks up to them, scooping it up, and goes to his open closet, placing the items at the back, hiding them behind hanging jackets and coats

I need to be more careful...

But I don't know how to do careful...

He looks over the contents in his closet.

That's good. Good enough. Yeonjun turns around and faces his room. Suddenly the phone on his bed starts blaring. Disappointment rises when Yeonjun recognizes the tune as a different chime than Soobin's special ring tone. 'The special ring tone,' Soobin set the same for Yeonjun, our song.

He still walks up to it. It's Meg.

The call disconnects abruptly before he can grab it, and it makes Yeonjun smile... until he gets a text.

Yeonjun, I can't do this anymore. If you don't pick up this phone, I swear to god.

Yeonjun frowns. He picks the phone up and calls her back immediately.

It rings once...

Twice...

And

"Yeonjun, open your front door, please. I'm outside."

"Okay- babe, give me a second. Relax, please." He hangs up.

"Fuck." Yeonjun groans.

He walks out of his room, black ripped jeans on and no shirt, he doesn't bother to put one on either, as he makes his way downstairs.

He stalks up to the door and opens it. Meg stands there, wearing jeans and a sweater. Her hair is up in a ponytail. She looks like she's been crying. Yeonjun thinks it makes her eyes look funny.

He steps aside and lets her in. She walks in, purse and arms crossed. Yeonjun eyes her, confused by the energy, and slowly closes the door behind him. Meg walks to the center of the spacious living room. Her face hardens, eyes zeroing in on him.

"Dena told me something today... more like spit it in my fucking face Yeonjun." She seethes—lines appearing on her forehead.