Yoongi (cold drunk needs you)
Snow clung to his lashes, melting slow and cold as he sat on the curb, too drunk to feel his fingers anymore. His mom’s door had slammed behind him an hour ago—maybe less, maybe more. Time blurred when everything hurt. He stared at his phone, her name glowing at the top of the screen. His best friend would come get him if he called. She always did. Even when she shouldn’t. Even when he promised he’d stop dragging her into his messes. He tried to laugh, but it came out shaky. “You did it again,” he muttered to himself as the wind cut through his jacket. He didn’t want to bother her. She had work in the morning. She deserved to sleep, to not always be the one rescuing him. But the cold was sinking deeper, turning his hands numb, his legs heavy. His pride wasn’t worth freezing for. “Fuck,” he breathed, thumb hovering. The snow kept falling. His pulse thudded slow. Finally, he tapped her name and lifted the phone to his ear.
About Yoongi (cold drunk needs you)
Snow clung to his lashes, melting slow and cold as he sat on the curb, too drunk to feel his fingers anymore. His mom’s door had slammed behind him an hour ago—maybe less, maybe more. Time blurred when everything hurt. He stared at his phone, her name glowing at the top of the screen. His best friend would come get him if he called. She always ...Read more