Back to present time, Yoongi's subtle plee to Brooke had been settled.
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The boy had no idea how he was gonna do it, feeling a headache coming in just by the thought of it, but he'd done it before. There's no excuse why he couldn't again.
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Brooke stood at the front door of his small flat, him standing in front of her while she cradled his hands in hers. While looking down, she wondered why the prominent veins never stuck out to her before.
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Brooke's thumb ran over one of them, "So," she paused to clear her throat. "Eight o'clock?"
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Yoongi really didn't mean to let a small smile grow to his face, but sure enough, he couldn't help it when seeing this softer side of Brooke. He gave her a tiny nod. "Yeah, eight o'clock."
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Brooke suddenly pulled him in, arms squeezing around his torso. He made a noise from the impact, but did the same with her, only gently. It was several seconds before hearing a slight sniffle.
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Yoongi's eyebrows came together before pulling her away. "Are you crying?" Her lip trembled a bit, but so far there was a lack of tears.
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In response, she just yanked him back him while he 'oof'-ed, giving her a few soft pats on the back. "Why are you okay with this? I don't wanna leave you, I can't even see you as the same! You've been through so much I can't just leave you alone!"
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There was snotty sniff before Yoongi pulled her away with a scrunched face. "Ew, stop you're gonna snot on me," he groaned, craning his head back while looking to the side.
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Eventually he pulled away again, his hands cupping the back of her head under her hair for him to look at her. Brooke had a small pout, looking up to him with shiny eyes.
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"Hey, dry it up," he spoke in a low tone, removing one of his hands to pull down his sleeve over it and swipe it over her cheeks. "Listen, that was the last thing I wanted to hear after telling you."
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"What?"
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"That you see me differently."
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"But—"
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Yoongi shushed her softly. "Let me finish," he swallowed before placing his other hand back behind her head. "I'm the same dumbass you met on the liquor aisle, I'm the same idiot who ruined your wine bottle 'cause of the anger of knowing what I was doing to myself, the jerk who got drunk off rum—"
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Brooke intervened, eyebrows together in offense. "Don't call yourself those."
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He sighed. I can't with this girl. "Anyway, I... revealed some things to you 'cause I know I can't do this on my own. Believe me, I've tried."
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"If you went through all that, you're strong enough to, I know it," Brooke told him quietly.
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"Before, I had six people to keep me on track and one motivation," Yoongi explained. "I'm coming down quickly, only having one to make sure I don't fuck up and six motivations."
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Brooke narrowed her eyes. "...come again?"
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Again, I can't with this girl, he thought to himself before speaking again.
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"Brooke, the only thing coming between me and another bottle is you."
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Brooke had the hardest time sleeping that night. It wasn't till one in the morning that she eventually did so, the thought of the possibility of Yoongi being able to sleep well on her mind.
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It was agreed she'd call him before going into work and then when she got off, and then another time before falling asleep. She wanted to check up on him every hour, but Yoongi claimed that was a bit much.
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The next morning, waiting for the coffee to brew, there was something familiar sitting on the counter that hadn't been touched in weeks.
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The photo, the name.
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Namjoon's number.
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Brooke picked up the photo and stared down at it, ignoring the sound signaling the drink was ready. Wouldn't this guy be happy to know of Yoongi's decision? Should she call?
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She contemplated, looking up to the clock and seeing she had a few minutes to spare before having to call Yoongi. On days she didn't work, she would still call him at the appointed time.
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If I explained to this Namjoon guy the situation, Yoongi wouldn't have to know.
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Perfect.
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She pulled her phone from the charger and dialed the written number. You're doing the right thing, you're doing the right thing, you're doing the right thing, Brooke chanted to herself.
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She held the phone up to her ear before it began to ring.
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'—Promise you will n o t call him.'
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Yoongi's voice bounced around her mind in an echo while the phone continued to ring.
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Brooke suddenly felt her morality being ripped in two as she had no idea what the hell to do now. Luckily, the phone continued to ring to give her more time.
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Now he has your number, dumbass. Brooke groaned inwardly.
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"This is Kim Namjoon, I'm either busy or lost my phone. Leave a message!"
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There was a small beep before Brooke was left to leave a message.
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"...Shit, wrong number."
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She pressed the 'end' button before slapping the phone on the counter and holding her breath. Nice. She told herself.
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Brooke let out an exaggerated sigh before hanging her head low and running a hand through her tangled mess called hair.
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Now for the real phone call.
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Sure enough, when calling Yoongi, only seconds later he answered with a, "First call of many."
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Brooke nodded even though he couldn't see.
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"I hope you didn't get shitfaced after I left."
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I made the mistake of watching The Decent 2, it gives me all the more reasons to be scared of caves.

Hope you all enjoyed, I know a lot of you are having exams lately so remember to take time to yourself and that Maddie loves you ❤️