THE DRUGGIE. J. JUNGKOOK.

five.

BOOZE & CIGARETTES

he sat in baggy clothes and turned on the tv. after an hour of flicking the channels and numbing himself with a bottle of liquor he was officially drunk.

"slow down jeon." yoongi whispers in concern at the sight in front of him, his friend curled up in a pool of alcohol, his eyelids half way closed.

he lifted the bottle to his lips and drank in silence, hoping that the answer lies at the bottom of the glass and then the bottom of the bottle and then the next bottle and the next.

the words of his that are spoken are slurred and senseless.
he sighed at the depressing view, knowing nothing he said would be useful to help him.

the older boy approached jungkook and grabbed the practically empty bottle from his hand, slamming it on the coffee table.

"i said slow down." with his tone firm and demanding, the younger glanced up at him watching his facial features blur and the apathy managed to take over him even further.

"why? we do this all the time..."
"to an extent, you're killing yourself." guilt rushed through yoongi's body for providing jungkook with a stash of alcoholic beverages from his fathers fridge.

"isn't it just booze and cigarettes?" jungkook sunk back inside the comfortable couch.
sucking in a deep breath to control his temper yoongi had crouched down to lock gazes with him.

"your mother needs to get you a therapist kook..."
"don't talk about her." he snapped, glaring down at his older brother.

the anger from his eyes showed the scared child within, the boy who was taught to fight and starved of the love he craved. yoongi could see the pain beneath it and his soul drowning in this persona he'd carved to fit a world of indifference.

but he can't help someone like that, not unless the tears come and he realized what's really going on. and he can't fight it, he denied, it took such a toll on him to do so.

it was something jungkook was missing that he couldn't give, and it ruined him as well.
"do you wish to live up to those fucked up rumors about us?"

"does it matter?" jungkook inched closer to yoongi's face, appearing more threatening than he intended to be til he was shoved back down onto the couch.

"you're drunk, get some rest."

"$14.98." y/n's loose hair strands from her bun tickled the side of her face as she bagged up the snacks and beverages with a small smile on her lips.

ms.ha had left minutes ago to grab them a shared meal to end off the night while y/n continued her work with serving the guests.

her mind was able to shift from pure chaos to a state of peace in the matter of seconds when the time ticked 8pm.

the girl dug into her school bag for a thick envelope that she prepared this morning in private, the thought of gifting it making her pleased.

"you should get home soon dear, i don't want you in trouble." the delicate voice that rung in her ear caused her promptly hide the packaging behind her back.

after a trading of grins, ms.ha settled the brown boxes  with gazed fried chicken on the counter and eyed the schoolgirl with suspicion of changing the subject.

"is your daughter doing well?"
her daughter always reminded y/n of her younger self, how her eyes glistened with the same moon crescent shapes when she appreciated the small things.

but she hoped that the poor girl wouldn't grow up the same. growing up plucked her out of the childhood and threw her into a judgmental society with high standards, something she wished she at least had to experience with her mother by her side.

"she's alright." the sudden gloomy wave rushed over the two workers.
y/n slowly reveals the envelope from behind her back and gestured it over with both her hands to the elder.

"wish her a happy birthday for me."
ms.ha felt her eyes water at the sight after lifting the fold, sealing it tightly and attempting to reject it.

"i can't accept that y/n."
"yes you can, buy yourself and her something nice this weekend."

her eyes glimmered with watery tears as she was engulfed in the warmth of the teenagers arms.
"thank you so much."

hearing the words of genuine gratitude y/n found herself smiling softly.
as a child she needed protection more than she could to protect others, she guessed that's the natural way of things - to need guidance until we can walk on our own.

for a while she did walk on her own, striking her own path, and you know what? it was lonely. now she was a high schooler and she yearned to protect those around her as much as she could.

she felt her back pocket vibrating, signaling that someone was trying to get ahold of her.
removing her arms, she fished her phone from it's pouch to see her boyfriends contact displayed.

"it's getting late, isn't it?" she grabbed ahold of the fried chicken box and her belongings, walking towards the exit and flipping the lit up 'open' sign to the other side.

she stared at her phone still ringing at her finger tips, concerned as to why she was being called.
junho never called her unless it was very important, and even on school campus they wouldn't see each other often.

y/n tried to tell herself that the fear was simply brain chemicals and her anticipation was nothing to worry about.

"hello?"
"y/n, we need to talk." there is something in the way he talks that gives him away, his keenness to speak his mind.

always it is the same, starting with a little greeting to relax y/n and then he's in with the question that's burning his brain. once she answers he looses interest, stops talking and leaves.

"what about?" she stands there looking confused, unsure of what she did to offend before moving her feet again to make her way home.

"how do i say this..." her boyfriend trailed off with his words to contemplate his thoughts.
"i don't want us anymore, i want to break up." he states lucidly, as if he's had this phrase scripted in his head for days.

y/n pursed her lips to refrain herself from asking why, questioning why his confession was so sudden. did he cheat on her?

"jun," her breath hitched momentarily.
"why?"

"you're just, so boring y/n,"
she paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside her but she couldn't. a lone tear traced down the girls cheek.

"do i have to say why? you're always rambling about some fucked up shit and i don't want to supervise you like a child anymore." and just like that, the floodgates opened.

so many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face silently. y/n breathed heavier than she ever had before. her throat burned forming a silent scream. a part of her dying inside for losing another person yet, relief.

she wasn't going to allow another guy to break her down, especially someone who was of lower class.
her hand lifted to wipe the tears from her cheeks before building her walls back up and gritting her teeth.

"if you weren't a man enough to show sympathy you could've just said so."

the famous senior and junior couple broke up.
rumors spread like rapid fire, another way to reduce the status the school girl had.

y/n sat in her next hour unfazed, letting the words go through one ear and out the other.
she gave off the same cold aura that no one expected after the falsehood spoken, because she knew better.

she knew better than to show the reactions the public wanted to see, so they would use it against her with their countless attempts to tear a fellow student down.

the pretty ones never had a nice mouth, and she learned that the hard way.

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