Mine

I was pissed. The more I thought about the few times we've talked for the past week, the more annoyed I was. And though I was hoping it didn't show. Well, I was certain that everyone from our class knew something was up when I'd flat out ignore anyone speaking to me, even the teachers. Everyone from the club migrated away and left the corner of the room filled with empty desks for me to stew in. But Jungkook most likely didn't notice a damn thing. And I was confident he wasn't going to. Whilst contemplating if I was happy about it or if I was simply lying to myself.

Like a kettle burning on low heat for one long week, I was running out of water. And right after Bora finished gossiping about my bad mood with Kwan close enough for me to hear it, and as she nodded absently whilst studying next to my exhausted, anxiety-ridden, and oblivious reading boyfriend, I dared to check my messages for the tenth time that day. Michael finally texted me the details for the party that I said I wasn't going to go to the last time we saw each other.

I looked down at my phone and then up at Jungkook's dark eye circles, messy hair, and frail body, tapping my leg to the point that Sony felt compelled to sit down next to me and to subtly ask: "What's making it rain over your head, big guy?"

I quickly turned off the phone, leaving Michael on read, without any answer to the not-so-subtle question: "Do you and your unflowered boyfriend need me to keep a room empty for later. Yes, or yes?"

"What's up, Sonny?" I said back without even facing him.

"That's my line." He mumbled and then went on, "I didn't think you'd want anyone bothering you, but you kind of seem on edge about something. I can listen to whatever's on your mind, you know? Make it seem less daunting…whatever it is?"

Sony placed a hand on my non-stop tapping foot for just one second. Somehow, my whole body responded by completely turning towards him. Mainly because I didn't want to be caught staring at Jungkook, and also because I'd help me stop glaring at the pen my secret boyfriend was chewing on for the past half an hour.

"You smoke, don't you?"

"Marlboro. Why? Did you start smoking?"

"No! No…" I cleared my throat and leaned in, assuming he'd talk quieter if I did so, "But if you quit and all of a sudden someone would offer you, say just one or two cigarettes, would that ruin your…clean streak for good?"

"Depends. How long of a streak are we talking?" He leaned back, obviously not deeming simple cigarettes worthy of whispering.

"I don't know, two months and a bit? I think…"

"And how long did that person smoke for?"

Scratching the back of my head and checking on what everyone was doing only to say as low as possible: "Two or three years? I'm not sure."

"I didn't catch that. How long?"

"Three years at most. I think." I said a bit louder.

"Okay…" Sony started, looking where I've been glancing for just a second before faintly smiling. "Well, I can't speak for every smoker out there since everyone's different…"

"Right…But?"

"But it really depends on a lot of things. If you get just one cigarette from a friend it might be a bit easier. Compared to buying a whole pack for yourself, since now you'd have it at home. Hence, you'll try really hard not to think about it. But you know it's just… there. The only way to stop at that point is to throw it away, but I've never been able to do that, so…" He shrugged.

"You failed to quit before?"

"A couple of times. To be honest, I'm that child that still thinks it looks cool, but my hair smells, my clothes smell…my folks aren't happy about it either. I took a side job just to pay for my packs yet every time I feel the smallest pain in my chest, I freak the fuck out." He laughed. And I nervously laughed back.

'And yet, you didn't quit…'

"So, out of the house, just one's fine?" The serious tone wiped the joy off his face.

"May be. Or it might just get the cravings going which would lead to that person buying a pack and then, it might start all over. And keeping a streak is easier than quitting all over again. Trust me."

"But what if that person doesn't plan to stay….to quit for a long time anyway? And just for a while longer? Like for a set period of time. Being so close to the finish line already…wouldn't that help?"

"Might…"

He caught me staring in Jungkook's way, but since Kwan and Bora were all in the same spot, I was hoping that the moment our eyes met that he couldn't tell who I was concerned about. The little smile he gave me, and the light couple of taps on the desk weren't helping ease me much.

"If it's only for a while though…, is it worth breaking the camel's back midway? I'm just doing guesswork here but, wouldn't having a deadline make it harder? Like you're sprinting for a finish line and if you stop to look around while running with all your might then…"

"Yeah. You're right. It's not worth it."

"Cigarettes, huh." He let out after I turned quiet, with unblinking eyes.

"Cigarettes," I repeated, leaning back in the chair, fixating on an empty corner.

"Cool. Then, is that all you're worried about?"

"Pretty much. Anything on your mind?" I asked, not prepared to hear the answer he gave:

"I was just wondering if I should ask Bora out. You know, after the exams end or right before graduation. Not sure which one or if I should do it…at all."

I turned to look at him, who, for the first time since he sat down wasn't glancing my way. Yet, Sony didn't seem ashamed of this sudden confession, but mostly lost in thought. I blurted out a simple: "Why not?"

"Why not?" He repeated, slightly confused.

"Give me a good reason why you wouldn't at least try."

"It might ruin our friendship." He argued bitterly.

"If your friendship's good enough, to begin with, would it be ruined by one simple question? If you're that afraid of ruining it, shouldn't it be great enough that it would withstand something like this?"

"You've got a point. No wonder you're the smart guy."

"It has nothing to do with being smart. It's about…not…regretting anything before you die."

He grinned whilst my leg started moving up and down on the wooden floor without my permission once more.

"That's quite a grim perspective. But I doubt anyone's dying soon."

"I'm just saying, you never know what tomorrow might bring. Death comes in many forms."

"Like?"

"Like someone might ask her out. And before you know it, they get married and you're just an old friend who never had the courage to…"

"Woah, Woah, don't put salt on the wound. I got it. I'll ask." I nodded and picked up the phone only to throw it in the backpack when I heard him whispering: "Thanks. You're a good man." Before walking away.

'No. I'm really not.' I thought and sighed, continuing to stare at Jungkook's way as he scribbled stuff down. Occasionally asking Kwan something.

The second we stepped outside; the wind almost blew Jungkook's dark red scarf away. Yet he was solely concerned with the hot cup of to-go coffee serving as a liquid heater for both hands. I was the only one who waved goodbye to the club members, watching Sony and Bora a little longer than necessary while they walked away side by side, breaking off from the other two. Seemingly heading in the same direction for the first time.

"Namjoon?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go, it's really cold…what are you looking at?"

"I'm not sure."

His hollowed-out cheeks were getting redder by the second. The long black overcoat was hiding the body that now seemed too easy to break.

Jungkook walked ahead, sipping coffee to keep himself moving. I strode behind him in short steps. This is why I almost couldn't hear him when he whined with a short: "Come on.", walking backward until he hit someone's front and almost spilled what was left of the coffee with three packs of sugar in it.

"Oh, I am sorry. I wasn't looking…"

"Namjoon, what a surprise."

The blond who said my name was instead looking down at my boyfriend.

The hands that I casually had in the pockets of the overcoat had now become fists.

"Hi." I groaned.

"Do you know each other?" Jungkook asked.

"Of course. I'm Michael, and you are?" And the blond answered, beaming.

"Jungkook."

"Oh, yeah. Heard about you. After all, Namjoon and I are friends. We've met at this party; didn't he tell you?" Before Jungkook parted his lips to answer, Michael cut him off: "Speaking of parties…"

"No." I quickly spat, harshly. Grabbed Jungkook's arm and pulled him away when the coworker I'd stalked during our breakup until I deemed that he was safe was blocking our way. Staring at me with curious eyes just a few steps away from where Michael was standing.

"Oh, hi. You were on your way to work?" Jungkook suddenly asked him and then it all clicked as I looked around for the first time.

'We're right next to the store he works at. Don't tell me…'

"You two work together? How nice. He's already agreed to come to the party. You two can come together if Namjoon isn't too busy with his…"

I hoped no one was able to hear the small growl that erupted from inside of me as the two coworkers and the one man who wasn't going to any type of school anymore talked about the party that I had hoped Jungkook would have said no to the second it was mentioned.

Instead, his eyes lit up like they'd been plugged in an invisible electricity source. The corners of his lips went up and from that moment on, Michael stood, watching alongside me, silent as a grave. Basking in the triumph of his plans coming to fruition so easily.

I whispered to him: "Since when did you know who he is and where he works?"

"Relax, tall guy. I just bumped into him. And nothing was certain. But the name's not as common, the area fits too and…"

"And V knows how he looks like for confirmation."

He simply sighed, looking up at the colorful leaves that were leaving the almost entirely naked three branches in tandem with the wind blowing.

He was surrounded by a sad aura for some reason. This is why I was swallowing the insults I wanted to spit out and continued to stare at a smiling Jungkook.

Pretty soon, we all agreed to meet on Saturday night at the party I agonized over for the past week. With or without me, Jungkook was going with his coworker just like Michael anticipated without personally knowing either of them.

Now, I was watching my boyfriend skip like a gazelle around the puddles, no longer looking the least tired all the way back to my place, feeling heavy.

Biting the inside of my cheeks until I tasted blood as he kept saying: "It'll be great. I can relax for a while and forget all about exams for one day. It'll only be one day though. And then I have to go back to being in hell, but still…! Michael seemed so nice by the way, no wonder he's your friend. Why'd you never invite him over?"

"I wonder why…" I mumbled whilst he unlocked the gate and then the front door at the speed of a child expecting ice cream inside.

"By the way, what day it is?"

"Friday…"

"Oh, didn't we usually have the club on Thursdays?"

"We had to change since Bora started going to private lessons, remember?"

"Oh yeah, with Sony." He pointed out as if it was all coming back to him, now that he was scavenging the fridge with a newfound appetite.

I didn't point out that he ate more than he had in the past three days. I didn't point out that he spent the next four hours looking at dramas and not at the books. I didn't even point out that he was going to sleep early for once, and that he was too close for me to be able to fall asleep easily. I didn't say a word because I found myself selfishly wishing I could indulge in one or two cigarettes myself. So, we slept embraced with three heavy blankets on top of us for the next ten hours without allowing reality or the cold air to burst our already thin, dark bubble.

When the time to wake up arrived and we left our cocoon, neither broke the silence. And after warm water cleaned our bodies before late morning coffee and tea have been poured. Followed by a quick lunch, a lazy cleaning, and a call with the coworker whose name I forgot, we were killing time lying under the covers, watching a movie we haven't seen from the beginning.

"Who else will be at the party?"

"I don't know. A few of my friends and some strangers, probably." I assumed.

"How many friends?"

"Mm…six. If they all come."

"Is there anything I need to know about them?"

"Stay away from all of them. Besides Johnny and Mole."

"And Michael?"

"Especially him."

The boy looked up, slightly ungluing himself from my chest with one eyebrow raised.

"In fact, don't let go of my hand at all and I'll be the happiest one there. Make it my Christmas present, birthday too."

"Didn't you say that he was your friend?"

"Yeah, but he's a bit…sexually…promiscuous? I don't know how to call him besides a boundary rapist, during conversations, or physically. And the others are…drunks, to say the least. They'll likely be nice, just don't take them too literally or try to match their drinking or other stuff."

"Wait, did he come onto you or?" He resumed staring at the screen even if I could feel his heartbeat picking up.

"I made sure he'd never try again. No worries there. Trust me."

Jungkook swallowed drily and continued: "So, will there be…alcohol?"

"It's a party."

"And…drugs?"

"…it's a party."

I was stiff as a board when he reached for his phone to answer a text. I trod carefully when he leaned back down, clinging onto me like the human heater that he was using me as.

"Will we be doing any?"

I resisted the urge to look down and casually said instead: "If you want to, sure."

"Do you…not want to?"

"I don't mind."

"Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen you high on anything."

"You've seen me drunk."

"Yeah, but you never got high with me or anything else…"

"I usually like to do the hard stuff when I am with a lot of people. If I start doing it alone at home, then I feel like it just becomes a habit, instead of a…fun time. Does that make sense?"

"It does, but did you never like something so much that it made you want to do it alone?"

"Ah…there was this pill I tried once when I first began dealing. It made me feel like I was warm all over and I don't know, better. I don't know exactly which one it was since I just swallowed it without giving it much thought and there were a bunch in a bag. But I kept thinking about it for a while after, and…"

"And?"

When the curiosity in his voice tickled my ears, I met two big doe eyes looking up and a hand clutching the hem of my shirt with the innocence of a child.

'Too bad we're not talking about toys or candy.'

"And I knew I should never touch it again. Or I might not be able to stop. That's why I never asked about it or sought it out. I just…let it be a one-time experience." I said, pulling him closer by the waist when the disappointment was obvious on his face.

"Oh."

"You wish I didn't stop?"

"No, of course not." He desperately added. But the damage was done.

'He wanted to connect with me, addict to addict. And I just shut it down. But do I really want to become one just so we'd get closer? Is that even something we should do together? No. I can't. I'm not the type that just sits down and stares at the sky which is why…'

"Jungkook." I suddenly started when he closed his eyes though I knew he had no intention of sleeping.

"What?"

"Weed won't kill you. But other stuff can."

His eyes snapped open, without fixating at anything, in particular, uttering a sharp:

"I know."

"And even before that, your health will deteriorate. Your brain is not even fully formed yet."

"I know." He repeated, dully.

"We can try anything you want as long as…"

The virgin boy that didn't even graduate high school yet looked up again. Like a kid before Christmas. It broke my heart. I couldn't help, but kiss his forehead and continue talking with the sadness that I tried so hard to push down. Being painfully aware that I was playing with the kind of fire that I couldn't control, "We stop after the party. I have nothing against weed. Well, unless you start coughing and stuff. But for anything else, we don't do it every day. We do it once in while with other people and then we stop. Deal? "

"Deal."

He agreed immediately. And appeared as he did genuinely agree, but I couldn't trust the word of a junkie when it came to drugs. Any guarantee he'd give me now only held out as long as he was sober and it all went out the window the moment that he'd get hooked on something.

I knew this.

I knew it because of my mom.

I knew it because of all the junkies who stole money from their parents and then gave it to me, bragging about it.

I knew it because even when they got sick. Lost teeth and hair, not because of the drug necessarily, but because they stopped taking care of themselves altogether or lacked the money to do so, they'd still visit Fred and not even ask for a glass of water before they got their fix. Never speaking about wanting help or a lower dose.

I knew it because my lover tried so hard to quit only for a few months every year so that his future wouldn't be completely destroyed and yet he became a shadow of his old self. Even more than the one he was when he wasn't sober. The old, shy him was there for a month but soon enough, only the depression remained like a dark shadow. Making him move and talk without much emotion.

And though he didn't turn suicidal and he held on to his notebooks as his life depended on it, he still didn't touch me once, nor seemed to enjoy anything that had to do with something a normal person would enjoy. He was simply holding on until he got his next joint and as aware as I was that I couldn't be living in the fantasy where he'd ever get sober for me, I was still lying to myself wishing that one day he'd find something that could replace the chemical high with something less destructive.

It could be a new dream, a hobby, a job, a sport, or sex.

I secretly wished it was sex like it was for me.

And since I knew how hard it was to hide an addiction like I was able to hide my own addiction this entire time, I knew he'd agree to anything as long as he got his drugs somehow. I knew how cunning he could be because that's exactly how I've been for months. Waiting, patiently and carefully just so I wouldn't scare him away. Sometimes out of genuine care, other times because I knew I would never get my own fix otherwise. Addiction is a selfish demon.

And yet, it didn't necessarily have to be him. Just like he didn't need to get drugs through me. In fact, I made sure he had a roundabout way to get it so it wouldn't be the sole reason for our relationship. We choose each other. I enabled him and I was waiting to be enabled in return.

Since I felt myself reaching whatever invisible breakpoint I had. I had to be enabled soon. Somehow. Anyhow.

This is why when we went out of the house all dressed up and perfumed, I kept my head empty. When we took a taxi in utter silence, I paid attention to the way the almost bare trees contrasted with the dark sky just enough for us to see them. When we got out and walked towards the music, as if it was calling us like a siren to the middle of the sea, I paid attention to the way Jungkook's long hair was grazing his pale neck every time he took a step a bit too fast.

When we said hi to the coworker whose name I didn't bother remembering, I imagined how it'd feel to tangle my fingers in all that hair and pull it. And when Mole, Johnny, Strike, Daniel, and Andrew greeted my boyfriend, it almost wasn't real. I was expecting Michael to show up which he did. I was expecting us all to go to a different room, separately from the rest of the party, which happened very fast. And I was assuming for Jungkook's water to be laced with something like my beer was. Expecting him to drink it even when it tasted a bit funky. He did just that.

And I watched everything without much input from my side. As if I was helpless to stop all of this. Even if it was a lie that I was telling myself, I still had to almost fake discomfort when Jungkook started smiling at nothing and laughing at all the bad jokes of the guys and girls playing cards. Exchanging stories and opinions. Swaying to the beat of an unknown song.

We danced, not afraid to be seen by others for once. And I occasionally pulled on his hair, touched the back of his neck, and slipped a hand up to his back just to feel his skin. That was as innocent as I could be in my own high state until Michael called me in the hallway. Offered two pills as an early graduation present. That's what he called them. Not only that but a key to an empty bedroom down the hall.

I did find myself explaining how I'll check for hidden cameras. Went on in a bit too much detail about how I'll slice him and where if this was some kind of prank. It was all just to catch a minute unconscious reaction.

Was one hundred percent aware that I'd have a hard time focusing on a small hidden device or beating anyone up at the moment. Nothing he said or did arouse any suspicion in me. The lingering sadness from the death of his friend was still there. I could feel it, I could taste it and I could take advantage of it for this day and this day only. That sadness made me trust him today.

I could only hope there was nothing in that room which would hurt me or Jungkook. And at that moment, I didn't care enough not to tell Johnny and Mole we'll be missing for a while. I didn't care enough not to pull Jungkook towards that room whilst tickling his ear with my tongue as we hit the walls of the narrow hallway leading up to it like the young, foolish, high brats we are.

And Jungkook, my dear Jungkook sat down on a stranger's bed and despite his dilatated pupils, didn't hesitate one bit to swallow the pill I gave him. Innocent enough to lie down, to stare at the ceiling with his guard down even after he saw and heard me locking the door with a key.

When I blocked his view to the white ceiling to kiss him, he kissed back. Slowly and sloppily. As one would from within a dream. Even when I bit his lip hard enough to make a small cut, he moaned. And when I tried to take off his denim jacket, he helped me. Then arched his back when I hid my head under his white t-shirt and sucked on the pink nipple until it was hard.

Ah, the way he pulled on my hair as if he was the one controlling everything irked me deeply. I wanted to take control here and there, but I continued to lick like a good boy until I felt his hard-on rub against me. And that's when I smirked against the erect nipple with no shame right before turning him around in one swift move.

Head down, ass up, and arms limp, side by side. Meanwhile, the music was blasting from below and next to the room we were in. Not loud enough to muffle the moans he sang after unbuttoning his jeans in a hurry and slipping my warm hand inside the boxers.

Barely jerking him off enough to cause precum, I pulled the jeans down to his knees and slipped one finger in his ass without any saliva only because my mouth had none left. He didn't say a word. He just moaned.

Only to reach towards his own cock after I forced two more fingers in, one after another. That's when I made him one with the mattress and held his wrists together on the lower of his back like it was a half-naked arrest.

At this point, I deemed him unable to speak. Tough, I caught it for one second. The moving lips, making no sounds. I pretended I didn't see it, and simply unzipped my pants.

The music got louder for some reason, the colors of the blankets under him seemed a bit too vibrant and the way his ass cheek felt when I parted it so I could enter him was like touching the softest snow existent to man.

The second the tip of my penis made contact with his entrance, Jungkook tried to free his hand from my hold. The more I tried, the more his moans turned into pained small screams.

He swayed from right to left which is why I couldn't go in straight. Therefore, I released his hands and pushed him down instead. Immobilizing him with my weight alone as I sat on the back of his knees and rested my hands on the upper back.

The tip barely went it when an outright scream entered my ears at the same time. He continued to breathe loudly and scattered despite the fact that I wasn't moving one single muscle.

The bass moved the walls and the floor. The world was tilting and the light from the bulb above us was burning through my clothed back. I felt like I was heating up. My veins expanded, lips hungry and hands tingling.

"Jungkook?" I tried, but I wasn't sure if I truly spoke or if I just thought of speaking.

He didn't answer nonetheless. He just laid there, clutching the sheets, half his face showing. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed and mouth agape, salivating on the sheet.

I leaned down and kissed the exposed parts of the lips. He didn't react to this either.

"You don't want me?" I asked and even I, in that state, could hear the sadness in the short question.

It wasn't anger that engulfed me now, but the drunk desire for this body to show me any kind of affection.

The boy, however, continued breathing with an open mouth. Despite knowing better, I glued my chest and abdomen to his bareback and bit the upper part of the shoulder where the t-shirt has rolled up, hard. So hard that I could taste the blood and hear the pained scream bursting through my eardrums. I could see the tears trickling down when I entered him deeply and swiftly, in one go.

And halted.

All I did was push blood-soaked fabric away with my tongue, so I could lick the marks my teeth left on the skin underneath. Listening to him crying whilst breathing sporadically without feeling anything, but burning fire in my lower regions.

There was no movement from me. Not because I was trying to be considerate, but because it felt so good to be inside of him, even if I was barely half in. I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.

And I did. And he kept crying and I even licked one salty tear before forcing myself fully inside with ecstasy flowing through every vein.

It felt so heavenly that I forgot to even moan.

This time, he didn't scream. He yelled at the top of his lungs as hot liquid started from the end to the base, and circled around my hard penis like a warm delicious glove.

'Ah, he must be bleeding.' I heard myself think.

His arching back forced me to arch up as well. I held onto his writs while he sobbed facing the mattress. Hair flailing back and forth with every sob.

And then, from a different dimension, a stranger knocked on our door. I embraced him as a response. Making him falter under my weight whilst remaining rock hard, deep inside him. My hazy brain took it as an incentive to move just a bit inside him, instead of caring when the knocks got louder and louder.

"Hey? Is someone crying there?! Hey! Who's in there?"

I could smell the blood from the stained t-shirt when I inhaled deeply and shut my eyes. Sweat and heat ooze off his body, creating one intoxicating natural perfume.

"Namjoon?! Is that you?!"

The knocks stopped after a while, altogether with the crying. He was only dry heaving at this point. I kept my arms around his waist like a cobra and my cock in his butt like a metal long, thick stick.

"Can you feel it?" I asked when the whole bed felt like it was moving right and left.

We were inside a boat. We must've been. That was why our middles must've been wet and why everything moved, even though we weren't.

"Jungkook?" I tried again and this time, he touched the wrist of the left hand and pulled on it, scratched on it. I figured he was trying to set himself loose because he was scared of drowning.

"Relax," I whispered in his ear.

Black hairs were stuck to his tear-stained face now and yet I could still see the two beady tears fall down when he inhaled in and out deeply.

His insides did relax. Not much though.

It was warm, moist and so tight inside of Jungkook still.

'Do you want me to pull out?' I heard myself thinking, though I would've rather died than pull out. And then I wondered if I said it out loud or not, and then figured it wouldn't matter.

Jungkook wasn't talking to me.

And then he started hitting the place where my hands joined at the middle of his tummy. He kept hitting in tandem with the beat of the voiceless song.

We stood like this for a while. Breathing together, feeling each other whilst entirely connected for the first time.

'He's mine now.'

The sound of a key going in the hey hole was louder than all the sounds of the world.

It went in and out until it made the key that I've left on our side of the room stick out and fall to the floor.

At the same time, the pain his nails created as they dug through my hand was sweet. But the thought of someone seeing him naked was the one thought which made me pull out of Jungkook at once.

He screamed like a woman who had just given birth. And I looked down at the blood between us without feeling anything, but warmth in every pore of my being.

I was wondering what he must be feeling as he reached down and dipped the blood from my hand that remained on the fingertips in the blood from between his thighs.

The next thing I saw made my insides burn with fury.

Taehyung's hair blocked the view from Jungkook's hair as he was about or was doing something which I couldn't comprehend for the life of me. I immediately reached to grab V's dirty hair in order to pull him away from Jungkook, but my fingers barely made contact with his head when an unknown hand stopped me.

"Namjoon, look at me."

I did look at my left and saw Johnny with a concerned look on his face. Michael behind him, locking the door once again.

But then felt Jungkook's legs slipping from under me with V's help. This is why the hand Johnny was holding became a fist that would've hit V's head the second his grip faltered.

"Michael, hold him. He's lost it."

Both did exactly that and yet I thought of the question why, feeling how dry the inside of my mouth was. That was until I saw Jungkook holding onto V's neck, sobbing in his shirt whilst the man that I abhorred with my entire being was trying to pull his pants up and shirt down.

The walls were pulsating with green and red. All strength was being drained out of me through an invisible faucet. It dripped, leaving me empty.

"Jungkook?" I heard myself asking.

"Namjoon, you need to calm down. He'll be okay. Whose blood…." Johnny kept talking, but I couldn't hear a thing.

All Jungkook did was look to his left and right at me. The eyes communicated only one thing: 'I'm afraid of you.'

"What's wrong?" I asked Jungkook. His eyes opened wide; tears filled them to the brim before they were hidden in the chest that I still wanted to hit until it shattered.

"It'll be fine. You just need to get washed up, drink some water. Sleep…" V told him with one hand rubbing his back, helping him stay up. I couldn't tell what his intentions were since I just couldn't look away from Jungkook. All I saw was him and the walls, pulsating harder and harder.

"Get the fuck away from him!" I yelled and whatever the two who were still glued to my arms and back did, it caused a sudden gush of pain in my shoulder that made the song sound further and further away until it was too far away to be heard. And the wall's colors fade and the beats decrease.

The last thing I saw was Jungkook and Taehyung heading towards the door together.

AN:Expect a new chapter 8 days after a post. Thanks for reading.