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❝ FRIEND. ❞
━ Chapter IV ━

The whole night; I simply sobbed myself to sleep. I cried all night before eventually falling asleep. I mean, I wouldn't really be able to sleep if I didn't cry myself to sleep. I would simply be wide awake, just thinking about her. My head suddenly perked up at the sound of rustling. My brows furrowed in confusion when I realized that the sound was coming from outside my room.

I hopped off my bed and walked over to the door. As I was about to turn the knob, the knob started to twisting but to no avail. The door was locked and I had the power to unlock it. Cold sweat started dripping from my forehead when I realized that whoever was behind this very door could end me at any moment. I bit my lip, pushing all of the consequences aside and unlocked the door. Before the person on the other side could open the door, I went ahead and pushed the door open.

The door collided with the person and I even heard them mutter an; "Ow!" Wait, that voice... It sounds familiar. I reached over to the switch and flicked the lights open. At my very door I see, Yoongi holding the very bridge of his nose. Profanities were flying out of his lips as he unleashed the agony that was filling up inside of him.

It finally caught my attention when I saw the familiar red substance that was forming a pool on Yoongi's hand. "Y-Yoongi! Are you okay?" I immediately rushed over to him, to which he pushed me away.

"No, I'm fucking not!" Yoongi scowled. He let out groans as he finally reached out to his pocket before he pulled out a patterned handkerchief. He covers his nose with the soft fabric before he lets out a sigh of relief.

"I-I know this won't really help you," I trailed off, I was about to spill out more words when I noticed the intense gaze Yoongi had on my figure. His gaze was scary. This look could definitely kill me right on the spot. It's like he has the desire to murder me. "I-I'm sorry..." I said quietly as I hung my head low.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood." Yoongi mutters, hand still pressed against the handkerchief while the other was stuffed in his pocket.

A wave of realization hit me when I realized that Yoongi was the one who was causing all these ruckus. "Hey," I called out. "What are you even doing at my place? And how did you get in?"

"Well, turns out I'm great at picking lockpicks." Yoongi smirked. "And besides, you said you wanted some companion so; I came by."

"I asked you guys to come over six hours ago!" I said in annoyance, my voice slightly raising.

"Look, I'm here. I showed up. Feed me."

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The sound of the metal cap popping off the ice cold glass beer was music to my ears. It's been awhile since I had a cold beer with the boys. The two were always away or busy. And it seems like Hoseok's busy. Damn, it could've been perfect. How is Hoseok anyway?

I handed over the bottle to Yoongi, to which he gladly accepts. "Hey Yoongi." I called out. Yoongi turns to me with his eyebrow raise as he takes a sip from the bottle. "Where's Hoseok?"

Once the question was hanging in the air, Yoongi leaned back on the couch, legs crossed before he brought the bottle back to his lips and took a sip. "Well, our Mr. Sunshine is away."

I guffawed at the nickname Yoongi gave him. It caught me quite off guard. Once I calmed down from my laughing I asked. "Mr. Sunshine?" I asked as I wiped the tears that were forming from the corner of my eyes.

"You know how we always say he's the sunshine among us three right?" Yoongi turns to me with a small smile. I couldn't help but nod at his question. "Well, that's the origin. What else do you want from me? A hug?"

I chuckle for a bit before taking a quick gulp from the bottle. I turned my figure to face the man that was next to me. His eyes, his gaze were fixed towards the television, staring at it blankly. It seems like there was something up with him.

"How's your medication?" I asked, trying to get his attention. He blinked a couple of times before he turned to me to repeat my question. "I said, how's the pills?"

Yoongi lets out a quick scoff before he turns his gaze back to the television. "It's hell." Once again, I couldn't help but suppress the laughter that was building up inside me; which led me to cackling like a lunatic. But amidst my laughter, I could hear his low chuckle being buried in mine.

"You know..." I trailed off once I finally let out all of the giggly side of me. "Some say the pills you take are quite addictive." I remark, to which he scoffed.

"I'm not a crackhead Joon, and you know that." Yoongi chuckles as he shook his head in disbelief.

"You know I take those pills because I need them, right?" Yoongi's tone suddenly became serious and I could feel his gaze piercing through mine.

"I know..." I simply mutter, tearing my gaze off of him before staring into nothingness.

"Thanks for being my friend Yoongi."