This was slightly- mostly- inspired by the 'Love Yourself' teaser.

Roommate/Casual Life AU
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     "She won't know," Yoongi sighed, running his across the grand oak piano and stopped at a red and black box with a white smooth box next to it. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her... besides... why do I have these if I'm not allowed to have them?"

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    "Yoongs, I'm home!" You called, walking into the quiet home, which was strange. Usually you could hear music, the TV or maybe even the piano. No sound at all except the train, which was louder than it should've.

    Putting down your purse and groceries, you walked in the house. It was clean with only a few pairs of clothes or balled up paper.

    He was outside.

    With the lighter.

    And a cigarette.

    "Yoongi! Min fucking Yoongi!" You snapped. He turned around, shock making him purse his lips tighter around the white and brown cylinder.  A light smock was trailing on the bottom and into the already dusty air.

    "You said you were getting better," you said quietly, seeing the lighter next to you on the piano. Before he could say anything, you snatched up the lighter.

     "I am, (Y/n). You know it's been ages since I had one," Yoongi defended himself.

     "Yeah! And you just threw away all of your hard work," you whispered, tucking the white lighter into your back pocket.

     "Why do I even have these then? It's like they were taunting me," Yoongi snapped, taking the cigar from his mouth and blowing out a puff of white vapor.

      "I told you to fucking give them to a homeless dude or someone who doesn't have anyone you cares about them," you replied calmly. "Because I care about your health enough to throw away these damn things!"

      He didn't say anything, looking at the ground and kept smoking. You glowered and grabbed the pack of cigarettes, storming through the apartment and slamming the door behind you.

      "Ma'am? Are you going to use those? Please don't ruin your beautiful skin and give them to me," an older man with yellow teeth and wrinkled hands tugged on your jeans, begging and on his knees.

     "These aren't mine, but you can have them. I'm throwing then away," I tossed him the box and lighter.

     "Thank you! Thank you!" The man started crying, scaring you. "But who's are they?"

      "My boyfriend's. He told me he'd stop and I'm sick of it," you spat bitterly, sitting next to the man. Stranger danger, well, whatever.

      "You're doing a good thing. No one cared if I smoked, so I started when I was eleven. I regret ever doing so. It's destroyed my life," the man said sadly, lighting a cig.

     "(Y/n)!" A voice called. It was Yoongi, of course.

     "Is that him? He has such good skin. If I had never started smoking, I would have skin like his," the man noted, breathing out a puff of smoke that you waved away.

    "What are you doing here? Do you even know this man?" Yoongi tugged you from the ground, protectively wrapping his arms around you.

    "Get off me. You smell like smoke and I hate it," you said coolly, pushing him away.

     "(Y/n), please. I'm so sorry..." he begged.

    "Well, obviously not that sorry. If you were really sorry, you wouldn't had even thought about smoking. You know how much your friends and I care about you," you rolled your eyes.

    "Son, take her love and care. At least you have friends and family caring about you," the man said, looking ahead of him as he smoked one of Yoongi's cigarettes.

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Aish... this chapter sucks. It's terrible... anyways, I'm working on a chapter and it's going to take ages and I just saw the teaser and it gave me a small idea.