STAY WITH US (BTSxreader)

Chapter 43: Gin

I felt distraught the moment I was out of their presence, almost as if this last week hadn't taken place at all. The beautiful memories shared between us were nothing but ghosts to me now as the doubt settles in that none of this actually happened. The plane journey was dead silent as barely any thoughts passed through my mind, it was just empty.

By the time I had reached home it wasn't any better, I had a splitting headache and hadn't slept the whole 12 hour journey. I knew I wouldn't be away forever, but also I knew it would be hard to cope without them, I just hope the days will pass quickly.

...

Being back at college felt like a nightmare, my studies were bearing down on me, so bad that I could hardly concentrate. My brain had escaped me since I came back, motivated plummeted and my days started to feel unbearably slow.

What's worse is that my grades were starting to slip, though my teachers were too indifferent towards me to care. I had no idea why, but everything was starting to feel pointless, docile, like the world just wasn't as bright.

I so desperately wanted my grades to sore, but no matter how hard I tried nothing was helping. It was like a constant game of tug and war with myself, so desperately wanting to be the best but, also undeniably failing.

Angus and Julia weren't helping in that department either, constantly distracting me from my work and behaving like children...but still at least I wasn't alone.

However I felt it...sleep was almost impossible without their warmth in my unbearably cold bedroom. Thoughts plagued my head every night of my studies, my future and them.

As a result, bad habits like drinking returned as my crutch, for the nights worse than others. Most of the time, those nights being more common than the good ones. Gin and tonic was now my drink of choice, once a night to get me sleepy. But if that wasn't enough then usually a mixture of port, Gin and rum did the trick. It was usually whatever my parents had stashed away, and it usually occurred on nights when they were out and I was alone.

Nights like these were my favorite, holding a glass the size of my palm with a concoction of 50% Gin and 50% whatever else we had in the fridge. For the past week or so I had taken these night to find myself and be alone. Though tonight I found myself particularly lonely... and that only meant one thing.

"HObiiiiwiii!"

"Y/n-ie! Chicken! How are you?" He sounded cheery over the line.

"Hobbi baby I miss you! I want to comme homeeeee" I cried over the phone.

"but baby it's only been a week" he chuckled.

"exactly! I'm dyingggg hereeeee"

"aww, I've been missing you too chicken"

"I didn't kiss you enough when we were saying goodbye!! I already miss your liiipsss" I spoke before my brain had time to catch up with me.

"Oh really?!" He laughed "it is true... it's been killing me since LA to kiss your beautiful lips again, I've truly been in agony" he laughed.

"ahhhh stopppp Hobiiii, I don't deserve to hear this" I whined on my couch feeling the alcohol sloshing around in my system.

"Yes you do! Don't let me hear you say that again!"

"or what Mr. Jung!?!?" I yelled back in challenge.

"phaha No more kisses when you get back!"

"Nooooooooo I need my kisses nooooo"

"then say you deserve them!"

"I cannn'ttttt"

"say it!"