single wife| myg

fourty two

cotton. warmth. perfume..no..cologne. the noise of cars ringing in my ears.
head throbbing, legs numb I felt like playdough. the kind that looks pretty at first but once the kids mix it up it looks like a block of grey muck.

opening my eyes I felt another sense of warm. slowly my nerves started to awake and my head started to throb.

"it's okay. don't move. we're taking you home."

wincing, I peaked up at the voice, yoongi looked down, eyes stern but he seemed to ease when our eyes met. he pushed me up on his back; tightening his hold on my legs.

"it's too crowded out here..so you think they'll follow us back?" voice low and concerned I assumed it was jungkook.

a moment later I was proved right, beside yoongi he held out his jacket open wide, covering up a second figure that was tucked under his arm. a fluff of pink took over my vision.

"rosè?" slowly I tapped my finger to yoongi's shoulder repeatedly, falling in and out of a daze.

"is she okay?"

"your friend's alright."

"good."

I closed my eyes again, going back to whatever darkness I had came from. I knew if they were with me I was safe.