It was a long several hours, Brooke occasionally going to Yoongi's closed door and knocking, calling for him. Even though she was on the very edge of getting shitfaced, the small amount of control she still had told her to back off the whiskey and to wait up for the boy.
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She was almost positive if Yoongi were with her right now, surely he'd offer her something to eat. With that in mind, she took a peak in his fridge, only to see about three huge jars of dill pickles. Luckily, she was hungry enough to take one.
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After about an hour of finally leaving him alone, Brooke went back to the hallway to Yoongi's door with her pickle. In all honesty, she sort of missed the little bastard.
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She knocked thrice at the door. "Yoongi? C'mon, bub. I'm not gonna poke and prod at you anymore, it's wearing off." The end of her sentence trailed off into a chuckle. To much shock, the door finally swung open.
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As expected, there Yoongi stood, his cap now off to reveal his messy, waved dark hair. The circles around his eyes had grown dark and hallow, his cheeks pink. His lips stayed parted as he slumped lazily against the door way, fingers wrapped around the now near empty bottle of whiskey.
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Brooke had her lips wrapped around the large pickle as her eyes grown wide upon seeing him. She crunched down, "Moongi!" His name was muffled as she chewed. There was a hint of excitement in her tone.
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"'Scuse me," he mumbled, brushing shoulders with her as he passed by to head towards the restroom. Brooke followed hastily, even though Yoongi kept his pace steadily. If she was smarter, she could recognize that the red tint in his eyes and puffy lips were a clear indication of the hidden cries he muffled with his hands just minutes before.
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With a sudden 'clunk', Yoongi rested the glass bottle on the sink counter before tearing off a decent size piece of toilet paper and messily blowing his nose.
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Brooke watched silently while chewing at the pickle with the corner of her mouth, her gaze glancing Yoongi up and down. He threw the trash away before wiping above his lip with the back of his wrist.
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"Son, you feeling okay?" She asked when watching him sit on the edge of the bathtub. His empty gaze looked up to Brooke while his mouth parted. The inner lining of his showed as his lips pouted, small cuts appearing where he chewed. His breathing was shallow, trailing his eyes up and down the girl.
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She crouched down and waved a hand in front of him. "Hello? Brooke to Yoongs?"
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Yoongi wasn't one at all to kiss strangers, but there was no denying how her thin lips were inviting to be met with his own, paired with the curious glint in her eyes. In this moment, he wasn't at all in his right mind. Though as it's said, a drunk man's actions are a sober one's thoughts.
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One of his veined arms reached out to tuck behind Brooke's neck, causing her to bring up her own hand and gently set it on his. "What are you doing?" She giggled, nose scrunching in confusion as Yoongi's teeth began to work at his lip.
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He began to bring his face closer, liquor-laced breath warm under her nose as it brushed against his. Brooke's forehead dared to relax against his, and Yoongi's teeth bared down over his bottom lip with a smirk.
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Maybe it was the alcohol still running through her system, but the urge to pull him in for just one kiss seemed to grow more and more. Unlike Yoongi, this was one of the longest times Brooke has went without being intimate with someone she'd brought home. Often, they'd end in one night stands.
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This time, however, was very different. Brooke was damned if she would take advantage of Yoongi in a state like this. So with a not-so-willing attitude, her hand came up to gently place on his chest, pushing him away with a sympathetic smile. "Calm yourself, sly guy."
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He then looked up to her with eyebrows together, watching her stand to her feet now. "Don't look at me like that, kiddo," she chuckled, hand brushing through his thick locks. "You need tea or somethin', not me."
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Had she would've known the thoughts going through Yoongi's head earlier, perhaps her decision would've been different. Since Brooke had been the only person he consistently kept up with for over a year, it was difficult not to feel closer to her then a normal person would have.
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Still, he followed her into the kitchen, his wall clumsy as he held his arms out slightly to help keep balance. "I don't drink tea," he mumbled as he began to watch her rummage through all the cabinets.
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"Okay, fine," Brooke exhaled while putting her hands on her hips. "Coffee?"
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Yoongi's cheeks began to go puffy as he looked down at her with tired eyes. "I need to sleep..." He took a step forward and placed his hands on her hips while leaning down to touch foreheads with her. "I don't want to alone. I'm tired of being alone."
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It was a good thing his eyes fell shut. Brooke's skin erupted into an all over blush, her mouth falling open at the grip of his hands on her. The scent of old smoke and rum grew stronger now that Yoongi was closer, reminding herself to gift this guy some cologne. Still, the weight of him was heavy, one that she would carry.
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"Fine, come on."
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Brooke headed out of the kitchen with Yoongi still holding her hand. First she took him to the bathroom to dampen a wash cloth and wipe down his face, despite his groans and pushing her hands away. "C'mon, it sucks doing to bed feeling dirty," she told him, an irritated tone in her voice.
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Brooke made sure he rinsed his mouth out with Listerine and take two aspirins before he fell back onto his unmade bed, still not letting go of her hand.
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She held back a squeak when landing atop of him, that same all over blush coming back and causing her to curse. "What the hell?" She scoffed, attempting to get up so she could crash in the living room instead.
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Yoongi let out a whine from the back of his throat and kept his grip strong her. "Sleep, Brooke, sleep." His eyes had already shut, cheek squishing into pillow as he attempted to pull her back into his embrace.
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With an over-exaggerated, she gave into the boy and curled up beside him, careful not to lay too close. "You better be glad you're drunk." She was almost certain that if there was no alcohol in his system at this moment, he would make her sleep on the couch or at least vice versa.
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The problem was, that's where Brooke was wrong. Despite drinking nearly a whole bottle of dark rum, Yoongi desired to take on the challenge once again to become sober.
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Alone, he was sure it would just end up as a fail. With Brooke's strong and persuasive attitude, he found hope in the girl who still enjoyed liquor with no shame. He knew with her, perhaps the challenge would be more realistic to conquer. For the past week, Yoongi only felt the desire of Brooke only stronger every day.
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Brooke was the catalyst between him and the next drink.
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A/N

Hello! I'm incredibly sorry for the late update, I've been needing to plan ahead a bit and I think we're back on track :-)

Did you guys like the new direction I decided to take? Let me know ❤️

I hope all of you are having a good weekend. Remember I love you.