Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( @donttelltheelff @ccssll1122 @foshizzlebizzle @jinslipsandshoulders @lovesavepeace97 @niallsarmveinstho @hierarchyfneeds @mirageofcapricorn @im-naturally-blond @aloneinherroom @pleasegivemearemedyyy @secretmermaid24 )
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(( HAHA IM STILL HERE FUCKERS I HAVENT KI\\3D MYSELF YET ))
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(TRIGGER WARNING: Past abu$e and verbal abu$e)
The clattering of silverware and the shuffling of feet against the tiled floor echoed in Yoongiâs ears, the very air he breathed felt heavy against his chest.
Sitting at this kitchen table always made him feel nauseous. Many long nights he sat at the table with his father sitting beside him, shouting and spitting insults in Yoongiâs ear when he desperately scribbled down answers onto his homework so the screaming would stop when it never did. His mother wasnât much help, her disappointment clear when she shook her head and scoffed at the situation.
Nights where he was sent to bed without food because he scored a 98% instead of a perfect score. Those were always the hardest nights for him, nights that eventually led to his poor eating habits that later became something that consumed him whole. His relationship with food became something Yoongi struggled with- something he still struggles with to this very day.
How the air was always tense, how Yoongi and his older brother were forced to stare at their laps until spoken to. He once made the mistake of looking off to the side when he heard their mother enter the kitchen. His father stood from his chair and kicked Yoongi right out of his chair and onto the floor. He made no noise as he struggled to stand. He held his arms out, his father lashing his wrists with a wooden spoon he kept on hand.
Yoongi was startled out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder, his brother shaking him softly. He let out a shaky exhale before he mustered up the courage to look at his brother, a faint smile stretched at the corner of his lips when he gave him a slight nod.
âIâm okay,â Yoongi mouthed to Geum-jae. It wasnât convincing, but with a little squeeze his brother removed his hand from Yoongiâs shoulder. Geum-jae was just as nervous as him, he could see it in his eyes, but he didnât dare open his mouth knowing heâd stutter out nothing.
A plate of food was placed in front of Yoongi. His mother looked down at him, her frown turned into a soft, almost sinister smile when she pat him on the shoulders.
âSo where is this young lady? Perhaps she stood you up,â Mrs. Min giggled behind her hand, Mr. Min cackling from his seat at the head of the table. Yep, he expected that. âAnd why did you come to bother me on this day? Do you not know that the 13th is Park Jiminâs birthday? You know I take his birthday seriously, itâs not like you have done anything groundbreaking like him. Honestly, I wish he was my son instead of you sometimes.â
Well there goes Yoongiâs appetite. Honestly he lost his appetite when he looked down at his plate. Mrs. Min knew he was allergic to kimchi, but yet she dished his plate with more kimchi than everyone elseâs plate. He had to stop himself from pushing his plate away because the mere smell of the chili was making his throat tight.
âI know, eomma. I know.â Yoongi whispered softly as he smiled softly up at Mrs. Min, her eyes unblinking before she placed Geum-Jaeâs plate down on the table. She was quick to dish her husband his plate, then her own before she sat down. They said their prayers before picking up their chopsticks.
A knock at the door interrupted the family, Mrs. Minâs eyes wide as she stared at the door. All eyes fell on Yoongi when he stood from his chair, a smirk stretched across his lips. He quietly excused himself from the table before he made his way to the door. Mr. and Mrs. Min looked at one another bewildered, Geum-jae smiling down at his plate when he heard the door open.
Mrs. Min shrieked and stood abruptly, her hands covering her mouth when Yoongi walked back into the kitchen with Jimin next to him. He bowed to Yoongiâs parents, a pleased look painted on his face before both him and Yoongi took their seats.
âItâs so nice to finally meet the both of you! Yoongi hyung has told me so much about you,â Jimin gushed, his hand finding Yoongiâs awaiting hand. âIâve heard youâre a huge fan, Mrs. Min,â he hummed, his free hand reaching for his own chopsticks. He stopped when he noticed Yoongiâs plate and frowned.
âHyung, arenât you allergic to kimchi? I could have swore you told me you were allergic,â Jimin huffed. He glared over at Mrs. Min when he picked away the kimchi from Yoongiâs plate and threw the remaining kimchi onto Mrs. Minâs plate. âThere, we donât need you visiting the hospital today. Iâm sure your own mother knows her son is allergic to kimchi. I mean- what kind of monster feeds her own son something that could kill him?â Jimin tapped his chin with his finger, his grip on Yoongiâs hand tightening.
The room fell silent after that, Mrs. Min stammering out a bullshit excuse about how she could have possibly forgotten because itâs been so long. Jimin wasnât falling for it though and both Mr. and Mrs. Min could see it on his face. He clicked his tongue and shook his head like a parent would when they caught their child in a lie.
âI- B-but I thought Park Jimin was dating Suga,â Mrs. Min sputtered. âI follow all your updates. I even followed Suga so I could get updates about you, Mr. Park.â That seemed to be the final piece of the puzzle. Everything finally clicked into place and Yoongi had finally won.
Jimin rolled his eyes and placed his pointer finger underneath his plate and flicked his finger upward, spilling his plate all over the white tablecloth. A gasp fell from Mrs. Minâs gaping mouth, Yoongi smiling victoriously before he stood with Jimin.
âAll the shit you put me through. The shit you put Geum-jae hyung through. You are the fucking scum of the earth and I want nothing to do with you anymore. I am not your son. I will never be your son. You are not my family, you never have been. There is a special place in hell for the both of you and I canât wait to meet you two down there,â Yoongi hissed. âYou could die tomorrow and Iâd celebrate your deaths with a smile on my face. Iâm in love with another man, a man who loves me for the way I am because I made myself the person I am today, not you two.â
Mr. Min stood and stomped over to Yoongi, their faces inches apart. It was a stare down and Yoongi wasnât backing away this time. He stood his ground, even when his enraged father barked homophobic slurs in his face.
âBack up,â Yoongi said lowly, his shoulders beginning to shake violently. Geum-jae was beginning to stand when Mrs. Min barked at him to sit back down. âI said back up,â Yoongi screamed, Jimin soon jumping in to shove Mr. Min away.
âAye! I know youâre old but step the fuck back,â Jimin hissed. âI swear to god you lay a hand on Yoongi hyung and youâll be the one in the fucking hospital this time, got it?â Jimin spat as he got into Mr. Minâs face.
The Min name, a reputation they kept for many years, tarnished in the blink of an eye. No one said a word, Jimin carefully turned Yoongi away and gently led Yoongiâs towards the door. Geum-jae was quick to stand from his seat and rush to Yoongi, his arm wrapped around his brotherâs shoulder.
As Yoongi took his first step out the door he felt as if the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free, the shackles that kept him trapped in the hell he couldnât seem to run away crumbled into dust. Twenty eight years of abuse seems to melt away with every step he took.
The front door flew open behind the three, Mrs. Min stumbling out with a notepad and pen in hand. Not even sparing her children a second glance she stumbled her way up to Jimin. She held out her hands as she bowed in front of Jimin, two cars pulling in front of the Min family home to witness the encounter.
âPlease Mr. Park. Iâm a huge fan, may I have an autograph? I donât know how you know my disappointment of a son but Iâve been following you since the day you first debuted, itâs the least you could do for a loyal fan,â Mrs. Min stammered, her hands shaking with what seemed excitement. She even got on her knees as if to beg him.
Jimin slowly lowered himself to eye level with Mrs. Min as he grabbed the edge of the notepad with his thumb and pointer finger, Mrs. Min immediately lighting up with joy. He then reached for the pen, being careful to not touch her in any way shape or form. Resting his elbows on his knees he smiled sweetly.
âYou could drop dead right now and Iâd step over your corpse if it meant Iâd be with Yoongi hyung the rest of my life. You arenât a mother, youâre just a self absorbed bitch who only thinks of herself and no one else,â Jimin nearly purred. âIâve been in love with your son for the past five years and I will not let an old hag keep me from someone Iâd literally give my life for. You are no fan of mine, you never will be with the shit you put my hyung though. You are a parasite and you thrive on the pain of the others around you. This is probably the worst fan encounter Iâve experienced in my life and Iâve had plenty. Kick rocks, cunt.â
He stood and tossed the notepad and pen onto the ground in front of Mrs. Min and stood back up, leaving Mrs. Min to knee in the dirt. Jimin turned his back to her and reached for Yoongiâs hand, guiding him away from the house for good.
Jin was the first one out of the car, Hoseok and Namjoon not far behind, Mrs. Minâs loud sobs drowned out by Jinâs approaching footsteps. Yoongi managed to stretch his arms wide before Jin crushed him in a hug, Hobi and Namjoon following suit and joining the hug.
âIâm so proud of you, Min Yoongi,â Jin whispered before he placed a gentle kiss on the crown of Yoongiâs head. That seemed to be the breaking point for him. Hot tears pooled at the corner of Yoongiâs eyes as he let out a broken wail, the tears beginning to flow over with every passing second.
It didnât take long for Jin to pull Geum-jae in, the two brotherâs quick to embrace one another so they could cry together. Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk, and Sangwoo stood aside, not really sure if they should join or not. Their answers were answered when they felt a hand grab at their shirt before they were hardly pulled into the hug as well.
They were free, truly free. No more screaming. No more sleepless nights. None of it. This was the beginning of a new chapter for the Min brothers, a chapter they are welcoming with open arms. They can finally move forward.
âSo,â Hoseok starts when the group finally separates. âAre we still going camping?â Yoongi managed to chuckle through his tears, Jeongguk handing Holly over to him with a smile. With a soft shake of his head, Yoongi began to scratch behind Hollyâs ears when he answered.
âOh fuck yeah, letâs go get fucking hammered and not remember this entire trip.â
âââââ
Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( @donttelltheelff @aloneinherroom @mirageofcapricorn @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @lovesavepeace97 @ccssll1122 @foshizzlebizzle @dioryue @jinslipsandshoulders @im-naturally-blond @pleasegivemearemedyyy @secretmermaid24 )
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Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( @donttelltheelff @ccssll1122 @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @mirageofcapricorn @pleasegivemearemedyyy @foshizzlebizzle @im-naturally-blond @jinslipsandshoulders @lovesavepeace97 @dioryue @aloneinherroom )
đŹ44/?
(( Happy new years losers. Yeah Iâm back with a post. Regularly scheduled posts? Probably not but Iâll try harder this year lol ))
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Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( @donttelltheelff @pleasegivemearemedyyy @mirageofcapricorn @ccssll1122 @foshizzlebizzle @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @aloneinherroom @lovesavepeace97 @im-naturally-blond )
đŹ42/?
(Are we getting close to the end? :0 (spoiler alert: Weâre notđ))
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Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( @donttelltheelff @mirageofcapricorn @niallsarmveinstho @hierarchyfneeds @aloneinherroom @ccssll1122 @foshizzlebizzle @im-naturally-blond @pleasegivemearemedyyy )
đŹ41/?
(( had to repost this because my sober ass saw how nothing made sense and I even left out a whole fucking screenshot lol ))
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Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
đŹ40/?
(( @donttelltheelff @niallsarmveinstho @hierarchyfneeds @pleasegivemearemedyyy @mirageofcapricorn @ccssll1122 @aloneinherroom @foshizzlebizzle ))
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Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( Yes that is how I reacted when I saw Yoongiâs post donât @ me )
đŹ38/?
( @donttelltheelff @ccssll1122 @aloneinherroom @mirageofcapricorn @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @pleasegivemearemedyyy @foshizzlebizzle )
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Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
đŹ37/?
( @donttelltheelff @mirageofcapricorn @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @pleasegivemearemedyyy @ccssll1122 @aloneinherroom )
(( Iâm back motherfuckers and I damn well know yâall didnât miss me but I missed this story. Iâm a bit depressed and had to stop myself from being in a silly goofy mood too much ))
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No I donât have covid, Iâve just been severely depressed and havenât had the motivation to write recently. Iâm hopefully going to start up soon, Iâm just really fucking tired.
Anyways have a lovely day imma contemplate life and go to work
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(Minor Trigger Warning: Sm0ke s3$h )
Yoongi and Jimin are the first ones to arrive to the restaurant. They had smoked before they left and thank god Yoongiâs tolerance is shit so heâs just as high as Jimin for the first time. If you ask either one of them, theyâd tell you that they have no idea how the fuck they got there. The moment the road starts to glitch is when Yoongi knows heâs done fucked up, but when Jimin nods along and agrees with him, he knows his tolerance is shit.
That doesnât mean theyâre done smoking though; oh no no no. They had parked in the back of the parking lot for a reason. It was late at night, nothing but Yoongiâs car headlights and the light post above them illuminated the empty lot. It wasnât a busy area either, they could do literally whatever they wanted and wouldnât fear having the cops called on them. No one would call them in and report anything, itâs a normal thing in that area after all.
So that was Yoongiâs cue to reach up and flip down his sun visor. He made sure to not flip it straight down, just enough for his hand to slip between the roof of the car and visor so he could grab one of his many rolled blunts before pushing the visor back up. There arenât many spots to hide drugs in your car, but as long as Yoongi isnât carrying any hard drugs he could really care less. Lighters could be left out in the open, itâs not illegal to have lighters on you so thatâs why Yoongiâs car is littered with at least a dozen of them.
He sparked it, inhaled, rolled down his window, then passed the now lit blunt to Jimin before he exhaled the cloud of smoke out the window. If theyâre going to wait for Taehyung and Jeongguk they might as well smoke some more before they eat. Jimin eagerly snatched the blunt from Yoongiâs fingers and placed it between his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he inhaled deeply. As he exhaled and passed it back to Yoongi, a knock at Yoongiâs window had both Jimin and Yoongi wide eyed.
There stood both Taehyung and Jeongguk, their eyes red as hell and smiles wide as fuck. They looked higher than a fucking kite that it made Yoongi chuckle quietly to himself. He waved them in, the two eagerly hopping in the back to join the smoke circle. Passing the blunt back to Jeongguk, the youngest gave a slight nod before he took his hit before passing it back to Taehyung, then to Jimin, then back to Yoongi.
This rotation continued until both Jimin and Taehyung got so high they forgot their own turns. It was just Yoongi and Jeongguk left in the circle, but the moment the blunt was too short Jeongguk was the first to tap out. With a raised brow, Yoongi shrugged his shoulders before he finished off the blunt himself. As he glanced in the rear view mirror, Yoongi smirked before he spoke.
âHave you ever seen anyone finish off a roach before?â That got everyoneâs attention, especially Jeongguk who shook his head.
âCan you even finish a roach?â Jeongguk asked curiously, his doe eyes wide as he stared at the cherry end of the roach. He looked surprised that Yoongi was holding something so hot between his fingers, but the three pairs of eyes watching Yoongi nearly bulged out of their skulls as they watched Yoongi inhale and swollen the roach. There was a beat of silence before the car became complete chaos.
âYou just fucking inhaled and swallowed that bitch?â The three screamed in unison, their shock clear as day. Jimin looked horrified. Taehyung looked disgusting. Jeongguk now, he looked like he wanted to try that shit out himself.
It took some time for Yoongi to calm them all down, reassuring them that he was okay, no he wasnât hurt. In fact, he told them that he does that to every blunt he smokes so he doesnât waste anything. That got them going again, Jeongguk insisting that he tries it out, Taehyung trying his best to convince Jeongguk that they cannot smoke anymore or heâll become brain dead, and Jimin was just cheering Jeongguk and Yoongi on.
There was a silent agreement between the four. Yoongi was already pulling out of the parking lot and reaching for another blunt when Jimin whined softly. He held his hand out expectantly, making Yoongiâs heart swell with so much fondness that he almost dropped the blunt and lighter to hold Jiminâs awaiting hand.
âOne second, baby,â Yoongi muttered before he sparked the blunt. He took his hit before passing it back to Jeongguk, his hand immediately finding Jiminâs clammy hand. He didnât say anything though, they hadnât rolled down the windows and it was a hot summer's day. Hot boxing two newer stoners wasnât the best idea, but the way Jimin smiled dumbly and stuck his hand out to let some fresh air in, Yoongi couldnât find it in himself to complain.
It was him and Jeongguk who finished the blunt, Taehyung and Jimin lost in their own world to notice Jeongguk and Yoongi skipping them. Jeongguk had tried to inhale the roach, but he ended up hacking and coughing up a storm that Yoongi reached back and handed him a bottle of water so the kid wouldnât die in the backseat. Taehyung let out a low chuckle as he reached out to grab Jeonggukâs free hand as he watched Jeongguk choke down half the bottle.
âWeâll smoke more later at my place. Do you prefer blunts, joints, bowls, or bongs? I have papers at home, but I personally love hitting a bong when Iâm home,â Yoongi slurs as they wait at a red light. He wouldnât make Jimin and Taehyung hit the bong though, he learned his lesson last time. He still canât get the smell of bong water out of his clothes after Jimin blew into the chamber instead of inhaling.
Jeongguk raised a brow and locked eyes with Yoongi through the rear view mirror. With a slight nod of his head, Yoongi cranked the radio up and drove the rest of the way to his apartment in silence, Jimin occasionally giggles at the pictures Taehyung showed him, but he also made damn sure he kissed Yoongi at every red light and whisper a, âI love you,â before we went back to talking with Taehyung.
âââââââââ
âSmoking in Yoongiâs apartment must feel strange for Taehyung and Jeongguk. After all, they just really met you a few hours ago, you could be a serial killer- maybe? No one really knows who âYoongiâ is. They know âSugaâ but âYoongiâ? Hell, he could be lying to me and be a killer after my skin- fuck I spilt my drink- but hear me out-â
Jiminâs rant was cut short by a pillow being thrown at him. He cried out and laughed, Yoongi- looking shocked at his own actions- began to laugh as well, Taehyung and Jeongguk soon joined them. Smoke filled the air, the room they sat in was rather small compared to most of the rooms in the apartment, but it was perfect in size for a smoke room. It was comfy in there too, chairs and bean bags scattered about.
âMinnie baby, Iâm so sorry,â Yoongi cried as he tried his damned hardest to contain himself. With the way his shoulder shook though, Jimin knew immediately and began to whine. Tossing the pillow back at Yoongi, he stood from where sat and stumbled his way to Yoongi. He knocked over a few things on his little journey, but he unfortunately knocked over most of the snacks- oh and also Taehyungâs drink.
As Jeongguk whined about the now wasted snacks and Taehyung processing his drink is gone and soaked into Yoongiâs carpet, Jimin sat himself down next to Yoongi. Out of habit, Yoongi wrapped his arm around Jiminâs waist, but soon regretted his decision when Jimin lightly smacked the back of his head. Taehyung and Jeongguk both froze before they hesitantly looked over at the two.
âBabo I could have smacked my pretty head on the floor! I could have died and youâd miss me and be lonely! Why are you laughing? Yoongi hyung this is serious!â Yoongi was full on belly laughing as Jimin had handfuls of Yoongiâs shirt in his balled up hands, a hand covering his eyes and the other back around Jiminâs waist. He had tears running down his cheeks from laughing so much, but Jimin continued to yell over him and it just kept the two going.
After some time, twenty three seconds to be exact, Jimin huffed and puffed, but he had his face hiding in the crook of Yoongiâs neck, his one arm resting on the back of the couch, the other resting on Yoongiâs shoulder. Oh he was still pissed, fuming to be exact, but heâd much rather be cuddled up to Yoongi and be mad at him at the same time. He kept mumbling âbabo,â under his breath, but Yoongi simply rubbed circles on the small of Jiminâs back, nodding alone and agreeing with him the whole time.
The night ended swimmingly though. Jeongguk watched in horror as Jimin blew in the bong, splashing water all over everyone in the circle. Yoongi gently snatched the bong from Jiminâs hands and placing it away from him, making damn sure Jimin couldnât grab it again. That when Yoongi cut Jimin and Taehyung for the night, the Taehyung that stuttered out, âawe câmon man, why say fuck me for?â is the same Taehyung who hasnât said a word for the past two hours and forced himself to giggle every fifteen to feel something.
Jimin had to help his friend up and to the bathroom so he could get him new clothes and a shower. Everyone was going to need a shower, but Yoongi and Jeongguk werenât quite done smoking yet. They had plenty of stuff to smoke out of, but itâs the bong that Yoongi brings out again.
âWe canât keep gassing those two. Did you see the way they stumbled out? There is no way either one of them can drive home,â Yoongi laughed, sparking the lighter before lighting the bowl. He doesnât take so called, âpussy hitsâ, but he took bigger ones than other people Jeongguk smoked with. He doesnât really smoke out of bongs, but he also doesnât want to be seen as a coward. So Jeongguk reached and picks up the bong, his eyes wide as he looked it up and down.
Just as he reached for a lighter he locked eyes with Yoongi. The way he looked at him, his gaze soft and kind, the anxiety that felt suffocating was gone. And the way Yoongi cautiously reached over and held his hand out, allowing Jeongguk to see his hand at all time so be could grab the bong without startling him. When he retrieved the bong, he pulled out a bowl instead and handed it to Jeongguk.
âDonât force yourself because I hit it. I want you to feel as welcome as you can when youâre smoking with me.â A shy smile stretched across Yoongiâs lips. He looked away- shy from his soft words. He was being careful with him, allowing Jeongguk to see his movements so he doesnât trigger anything, allowing Jeongguk to feel some form of safety.
And by god, Yoongi is slowly moving his hand towards Jeonggukâs face, making the youngest flinch back and make Yoongiâs hand freeze. He didnât move anymore until Jeongguk relaxed and breathed, and thatâs when Jeongguk realized that Yoongi was reaching forward to wipe away his tears. He didnât hesitate to pull Yoongi in and hold him as he cried silently into Yoongiâs shoulder. Someone understands his pain, understandable how he feels, someone he can finally open up to.
Yoongi held Jeongguk close, his arms wrapped around him tightly, almost protectively. He felt honest anger, his jaw clenched and eyes teary as he held Jeongguk.
âThey fucked us up, Jeonggukie. They fucked us up really good.â
âââ
Sad Boys With Cigarettes
Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
( @donttelltheelff @aloneinherroom @mirageofcapricorn @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @pleasegivemearemedyyy @ccssll1122 )
đŹ36/?
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Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasnât because he was good at what he does, itâs because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DMâs or on Twitter, Jimin still wasnât a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Sugaâs life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?
(( Itâs always calm before the storm ))
( @donttelltheelff @aloneinherroom @hierarchyfneeds @niallsarmveinstho @mirageofcapricorn @pleasegivemearemedyyy )
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