“Hey, little guy.”
Yoongi stirs. He’s cold, and wet and...where is he?
He slowly lifts his head from where it lay against his knees, and rubs his eyes. It’s still dark, and he’s still on that street next to the trashcan.
Did he fall asleep?
Wow.
“He’s awake!” Yoongi hears someone slur.
For a moment he feels scared all over again, so he doesn’t lift his eyes to see who’s there. As if the people wouldn’t see him if he doesn’t see them.
“Are you okay? Hello?” another voice and then there’s a touch to his shoulder. Yoongi startles, and promptly scares off the guy in front of him.
He jumps back, and Yoongi looks up.
It’s three guys, but one of them seems close to unconscious, another one holding him up. The two who seem to be clear in the head look at Yoongi with worry.
“See, Joon, just another drunkard, we should’ve just let him be…” the guy holding the other says, but before ‘Joon’ can reply, Yoongi gets up.
“I’m not drunk.” he says, as he uses the trashcan for support.
“You sure about that, little man? You can barely stand.” the ‘unconscious’ man slurs and then starts laughing. The guy holding him starts scolding him with a quiet ‘Taehyung, go back to sleep’.
“Yes!” Yoongi grumbles. “I’m just cold, and my clothes are soaked and I fell asleep next to a… a fucking trashcan!”
Memories of how he ended up there when he was supposed to spend a nice evening with his boyfriend crawl their way back into his mind. Yoongi feels like crying all over again, but he controls himself in front of the three strangers.
“That’s what a drunk person would do!” Taehyung laughs.
“Can you set him down somewhere, Hoseok-ah?” Joon turns to his friend, who nods and drags Taehyung to a nearby bench.
“So you’re really okay? We were just on our way home when we saw you, and you know… had to check if you’re not dead.” Joon speaks to Yoongi and the latter shrugs.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” Yoongi supposes he should be more thankful that three mere strangers had gone through the effort to check on him, but Yoongi has had enough of men for one night.
Sensing that Yoongi has no interest to talk to him anymore, Joon bids his goodbye and runs over to his friends. Yoongi sees him conversing with that Hoseok guy, and from time to time their eyes fall on him.
Yoongi turns away. He wants to go home and change out of these clothes, and probably cry. Cry a lot.
There’s a problem though.
Yoongi had no idea where he is.
He pulls out his phone, and is ready to ignore the onslaught of messages and calls from Seokjin, but instead finds it to be dead.
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Sour Candy (yoonJin)
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