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Namjoon was in the middle of going through the cabinets.
Yoongi looked up from his book, knitting his brows. He slowly gets up from the bed, closing his book and tossing the book on the bed as he walks out of the bedroom. He walked towards the bathroom with a worried expression across his face.
"Joo—" Yoongi stops himself. He'll hate me if I say Joonie. "Um. Namjoon?"
"I'm busy."
Yoongi nervously leans on the doorframe. "What're you trying to find?"
"Medicine." He continues to dig into the cabinet, finding nothing. "Fuck!" He yells, hitting the sink.
Yoongi flinched and also twitched, quickly grabbing his hand. "D-Did you misplace it...?"
"It should be right here." Namjoon pointed at the spot. "I wouldn't move it at all. Or Jackson has..." He blinks. "Damnit." He rubs his forehead.
Yoongi curls his brows. "Wh..What's wrong?"
"Jack has them." Namjoon sits down on the bathroom floor, leaning on the tub.
"Why does he have them?"
"Because he doesn't trust me with them." Namjoon looks at him, sighing. "I take them every morning ever since I got out of the hospital. Now..if I miss a day or two, I'll start to feel drained. Which I am right now."
Yoongi kneels down to the older. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Buy medicine that keeps me calm." He scoffs. "I can get cranky at any moment and yell at you."
Yoongi softly places a hand on the taller's shoulder as he slowly gets up from the ground, stepping over him to go over to the cabinet, looking through the small shelves. He spots one of the pill bottles and picks it up, kneeling down to the taller.
"Does this help?"
Namjoon knits his brows. "What is it?"
"It's called..Mephedrone."
It sounds good enough for me. Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek, showing his hand. "Give me one."
Yoongi opens the pull bottle, taking out one pill and places it on the taller's hand. Both of them gets back up on their feet as Yoongi puts the bottle back in the cabinet and closes it. He watched the younger walk over to the kitchen to get himself a water bottle, opening it up to take the pill.
Namjoon gulps, sighing. "I hope it kicks in soon."
Yoongi walked over towards the kitchen with a worried expression across his face. "Feeling any different?"
"No. I should sit down." Namjoon walks over to the couch, sitting down on the edge of it.
Yoongi decides to leave him be and goes back to the bedroom, sitting back down on the bed and picking up his book, opening the book and laying down a bit to continue reading.
It's been ten minutes.
Namjoon hasn't came back. Yoongi curls his brows and closed his book, getting up from the bed to leave the bedroom. He walks over to the living room to check on the taller, blinking at the manner the taller is now at.
Namjoon's staring at the TV and it isn't even on. He's not slouching, he sitting up like he's in school, even though Namjoon never really sat up straight. Did the medicine kick in? Yoongi was confused and worried as he walked over to the couch, placing a hand at the top.
"Namjoon?"
Namjoon giggled, slowly starting to slouch down. "Your voice sounds familiar. You sound like Yoonie."
Yoongi's heart dropped from the name, placing a hand on his chest. He's not himself. Those pills did something to him. Yoongi immediately walked over to face the taller, kneeling down to his level and softly cupped his face.
"Namjoon. How're you feeling?"
Namjoon suddenly gasps, reaching over to the older's eyebrow piercing. "You stabbed your eyebrow... You okay?"
