Obsession | MYG

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Noella's POV

I hesistated before ringing the doorbell .

This time i was infront of a new building where i have never seen before .

Before i could even press onto the doorbell , the door opened revealing a really drunk Yoongi .

His cheeks were all flushed red and he walked in a very unstable manner .

"Come in." He says and he reeks of alcohol all over his body .

He shutted the door and i gulped , scared to move .

"Why did you come here when i tell you to ? I thought you hated me ?" He asked , looking as if he wanted to cry but he held strong .

"You are still my friend . And friends always help each other ." I said , taking a seat .

He sat beside me and layed down on my lap.

"I know we are not dating but can we please just stay in this position ."he requests and i just nodded , not even moving a muscle .

"Ive been thinking really ... " he started off

"I want to see a psychiatrist."

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I was speechless right there .
"A psychiatrist? Are you kidding me Yoongi ? "

"Will you still be my friend even if i go mad ? Be honest here ." He says with puppy eyes .

"I will." I said , hesistanting inside .

"I knew i could count on you , baby girl." He plants a kiss on my lips which had taken me aback .

I pushed him away , causing him to slip the ground .
His face got even redder this time as he ran up to me and grabbed onto my neck , squeezing it .

My throat felt tight and before i know it , i was kicking my legs out and frantically screaming for him to stop .

"You are killing me !" I screamed but he ignored .

"I want you to love me , i want you to love me !" He yelled back in my face , applying more force than before , making me let out a helpless yelp .

"Yoongi .. I- I love you !" I screamed out at last , finally i felt his hands getting loose on my throat as he slowly let go .

I fell to the floor to my knees as i gasp for air , wiping away the few drops of tears .

"You better not do anything funny . And what psychiarist? Who needs them ?! " he laughed out evilly and i backed away , quickly from him .

"Stay away from me Yoongi , stay away ." I said but he kept coming nearer and nearer , until my back hits the wall .

He traps me with both arms and maintained the eyecontact , surprisingly , i didnt even flinch at all . "Will you please just stay with me ?"

"Say yes !" He shouted in my face.

I looked down and muttered a silent yes and he nods , happy .

"Good . Now go bring me some water ." He commands and i looked around his apartment , for a empty mug and the jug .

I quickly poured water in with shaky hands and accidentally spilled some on the counter .

He shouted again , " do not waste any goddamn water ! Its water geezzzz . If you cant even pour water , what can you actually do ?!"

"If you want to complain , im getting out of here ." I cursed angrily at him and he probably felt it .

It was the last straw .

He came up to me and i covered my face with both hands , thinking that he might slap and abuse me like the old days again .

However i was wrong.

He backhugged me , "im sorry baby girl , i must have been too strict on you . Im sorry ."

I softened at his words and relaxed under his arms .

"I... think i really need some help ." He says , eyes closing and i felt something wet on my shoulder .

Is he crying ?

"Are .. you crying ?" I asked , wanting to turn around but he locked me in tighter , preventing me from turning around .

"Someone has been cutting onions , i do not want you to see me cry , dummy ."

We stayed like this for about 5 minutes and i heard a few light snores .

Carefully , i placed him on his sofa and gave him a towel as a substitute of a blanket for him .

"Sweet dreams , Yoongi ." I said before making a decision .

Im calling a psychiatrist for him .

I have to .