Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"YeJun-ah." He could recognize that single calling of his name anywhere. Followed by that feeling of the man's arm coming around his shoulder as he looked over at JunSeo who was quick to come from behind the boy the second he saw him lingering within the halls of their school. Causing YeJun to do no more than look over at him with that gaze that was so heavy. Too heavy.

"Oh come on, YeJun. . . what's wrong—"

"Fuck off—"

"YeJun—"

"I said fuck off, JunSeo. What the fuck don't you get?!" YeJun was quick to shove the boy's arm from off his shoulder. Earning that immediate scoff from the one man who knew him like the back of his hand. Seeing as though the two had been completely raised together. They were practically brothers.

And just like that, JunSeo met his eyes. Resting that base of his tongue against the side of his mouth, only to laugh ever so smugly. Acting just as arrogant as his own father would.

"What the fuck happened, huh—"

"Nothing—"

"Then why the fuck are you talking to me like that? Huh?!" JunSeo was just as hot headed. Making him scoff just like he did earlier as his head tilted. Completely uncaring of those who were trying to get around him in order to get to class as he glared at each one who looked at him. Knowing that they weren't stupid enough to fuck with the boy himself. Having heard enough rumors to make others scared completely shitless of the two. Pairing with those days their own father's would come up to the school. Holding all that intimidation both YeJun and JunSeo were beginning to hold as well.

However, YeJun didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than let his eyes rest upon those amongst him before that base of his thumb ran across his nose. Knowing exactly why he felt such irritation. Because the boy could feel it. Could feel that separation happening amongst his family. And he couldn't take it. Couldn't take knowing the fact that his mother was staying silent through it all. Trying her hardest to keep everything afloat, even if it was hard. Hard to not completely break.

"I'm just stressed, JunSeo—"

"So you take it out on fucking me?!" JunSeo met his eyes. Running that heaviness of his hand through his hair, only to watch the way YeJun shook his head with that sigh. Because the boy was. Was stressed. Was tired. And was wanting nothing more than to stop thinking of those memories created with no one other than his father. Memories that'd have him completely filled with guilt. And memories he'd cherish forever, even if it was hard. Hard to let himself allow his father back in again despite never seeing that other side of him.

Yet he had. Had seen the way his father completely crumbled and all alone on that morning he woke up to both his son and wife missing. Having watched the way those tears slipped his eyes, to the way his face buried itself within his hands. Something that only she would ever get the chance to see. It being his own mother who he loved more than anything. And his mother who entered the bathroom in a tired manner, only to catch sight of him in the shower. His eyes closed and head tossed back in the most attractive manner, all while that water continues rushing over him.

"Did YeJun get to school okay?" Her voice was so soft. Barely able to be heard over the sound of running water as she herself began getting cleaned up. All while she listened to the man let out that deep yes, followed by the water shutting off as he let a towel hang itself from off his hips.