"Tell me, please."

"Am I not enough?"

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YOONAH LEE

"T-Taehyung."

My fingers tremble as I reach for my phone in the back of my pocket. It takes me five tries to get the password right, and another five to type in his number.

He picks up immediately.

"Yoonah?" His voice comes through the speaker, and I stand there shaking on the street. "Yoonah, hello?"

"Tae."

"I'm coming." He says, and I hear distant footsteps over the line. "Where are you? Please don't tell me—"

"I'm so sorry." I apologize, over and over again into the phone. "I was— I don't know what happened to me. I swear it was just one sip, and then it turned to another..."

"Are you safe? Where are you?"

"Outside Mr. Park's store." I whisper, stepping back a couple steps in horror. "I t-think I killed his cat. It's r-right here in front of me, and I don't know, I don't—"

Then the call suddenly ends, and someone's arms wrap around my shoulders. My legs give out under me in relief, but he pulls me tighter to his chest and brushes his lips across mine.

"You— drank again, Yoonah?"

"I'm so sorry." That's all I can say as I hang my head, my hands curled into fists by my side. I wanted to cut them off— I felt so disgusting.

After all those incidents I'd caused.

"It's okay, baby." He whispers quietly into my ear, and I shiver. "Let's get you home, alright? Everything will be fine, I promise."

"I— I don't want to go home."

He looks at me worriedly. My teeth sink into my bottom lip in shame as I look to the ground, crinkling the hem of my shirt.

I was too afraid what I might do if I was alone.

"Don't worry." He says, cupping my face with his large hands. His arm is still wrapped tightly around my waist, and I sink into his chest— so tired and scared.

"You can stay with me tonight."

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No, no. Stop.

Think of Taehyung. Do you want to disappoint him again, Lee Yoonah? After all he's done for you you're really going to do this to him?

No, you don't.

Sweat pours down my back, making my shirt stick to my skin as I pace anxiously back and forth across my apartment. My mind's spinning, and I snap out to find myself cursing and screaming at the wall.

Taehyung.

Where's Taehyung?

My entire body feels burning hot, and I growl with the chills that run up against the length of my spine. I can't stand on two feet anymore— and I'm shaking again.

My fingers tear through the dark locks of my hair as I grip the edge of the table, crying and sobbing pathetically.

I can't do this anymore.

"No!" I scream, pulling back when I open my eyes to see my hands reaching for a green bottle of alcohol. My chest seizes as I hug myself tightly, squeezing my eyes shut.

He doesn't want me to drink. He doesn't want me— he won't want me to do this. Think of the sad expression in his eyes when he realizes. He's going to be so sad.

Just one sip.

"Stop!" I yell again, kicking at the table. The bottle rolls and falls, and I quickly avoid my gaze from it. Rough breaths tear through my chest as I stare at the ground, at my hands.

Remember what happened the last time you thought this.

Then the door crashes open, and I burst into soft cries when I recognize Taehyung's figure in the doorway.

I did it.

"Yoonah!"

He lifts me from the ground, and I wrap my arms around his body as tight as I can. My fingers dig into his back, and I bury my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

I breathe in deeply, his scent calming me down a bit. He rubs circles on the arch of my back, whispering sweet words into my ear.

"I got worried when you didn't answer my calls," He says, and I sink even deeper into his warmth. "Thank God I got to you in time."

"Kiss me." I mumble, and he does— connecting his lips to mine. He breaks away with a smile, and I giggle weakly.

"See? I-I can do it too, you know. This alcohol thing isn't a p-problem at all."

"Of course you can." He murmurs, and I latch onto him like a little koala as he carries me to my room. "You're going to do this— and I'll be with you. Every time you need me."

"Live here with me." I plead, and he smiles tenderly in my direction. His eyes are like stars, so soft. "I can't do this by myself."

He kisses my forehead.

"Anything you want."

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"No."

"Give it to me!" I yell at him, my eyes blinded with addiction. When I grab for the bottle in his hands, he tosses it to the floor and grips both my wrists.

"I hate you." I cry out, voice hoarse and torn up. He bites his lip, pressing me up against the wall until I'm trapped between his body.

"I promised I was going to help you, Princess." He says sadly as I push as hard as I can, tears stinging my eyes. But I can't hear anything, my entire body burning up with mental and physical agony.

"I hate you! Let me go!"

I scream again when he presses harder against my thrashing figure. He pins my hands to the wall, his eyes wide with desperation.

"Yoonah, please." He pleads, voice exhausted as he wraps an arm around my shivering body. "Be satisfied with me. Let me be enough for you."

I hit him across the face.

And I realize what I've just done when he stumbles back with a pained cry.

"No— no." I stutter, breathing heavily as I rush to him, clasping his bruising cheek with one of my hands. I'd hit so hard it had torn a long scar into the skin, and I feel sick to my stomach as some of his blood comes off on my palm.

"I-It's okay." He whispers, and I nearly shatter into pieces. "I understand."

I sink to knees, sobs wracking my body as I cover my mouth with one hand. My eyes are wide.

I'd just hurt the only person I loved. The only person I cared for— and the only person who cared for me.

And still he takes me.

"Yoonah. I'm fine." He soothes, but I'm beyond calming down. I'd never thought I'd hurt Taehyung. I'd never believed I was actually capable of doing something like that.

I—

"I'm sorry." I whisper, my voice wavering. My fingers drag against the floor, tears wetting my face. "I'm sorry, so much. Taehyung...."

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

He hugs me to his chest, and I curl up into a tight little ball in his arms. The unbearable heat from before is now replaced with a chill— a chill that even his warmth couldn't make go away.

He kisses me, lips pressing gently onto mine like I'm a glass doll about to break.

I can taste a bit of blood in the kiss.