Parapet Of Hex | myg √

.Codeine | 코데인

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"Oh love, I am drowned,
into the Hades of love
and the eden of torment."
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| 대학살 |

It felt awful to sit on the corridor like that. With only lonely tears occupying the troubled male and the sound of tapping his fingers on the window resonating throughout the place. When those moments came in his life, he wanted to let himself drown, drown deeper into the abyss and breathe freely even it's only an illusion of codeine.

He softly rubbed his eyes and wiped the teardrops away. No point, his mind screamed in vehemence, no point to fight back even.

Instead, he stopped himself from staring at the hospital compound and stood up, hands reaching for his cabinet. Flashes of him standing on the same place started to engulf his vision, but this time the nerve wrecking sound of ambulance beeping didn't reach to him - only silence. The corridor was oddly empty between minutes.

Taking the small packet and lighter out of the shelves and tossing it with his fingers, Yoongi looked at the operation theatre for a moment then left the corridor. He lazily walked towards the iron gate, pushing the chains aside. The watchman sprang up to his feet at the moment he saw Yoongi stopping beside him and brushed off the saliva he had at the corner of his mouth for dozing on his chair.

"Sir!"

Yoongi nodded at his companion. No matter how many times he had told the watchman that there was no need to call him 'Sir', but guess occupation was something which divided the people from each other and forcefully attached a signboard behind their backs according to the level the belonged too - low or high.

How judgemental his society was.

"Sit, Yeojae." Yoongi gestured the latter male to follow his suit as he took a seat beside him. The watchman did as he was told, sitting on his chair and watching the elder male lighting up his cigarette.

Wisps of white smoke clouded the atmosphere, the scent of nicotine throwing Yoongi's mind into pure bliss. He could just sit there for the eternity and get lost in it, not giving a shit about the crazy world he lived in.

"Want one?" he offered the watchman his packet. Yeojae smiled a little, and shook his head,

"I don't smoke, Sir."

"That's good. You shouldn't." Yoongi sighed and let out another puff from his mouth. His eyes turned darker and burned a little, but the feeling was unnerving and crucial at the same time so he let it continue.

"Then why are you smoking, Sir?" Yeojae asked him politely, slightly tapping the ground with his long, black stick used for watching. The male tugged his lips upwards at the watchman's question, and answered quietly,

"I want to die. That's why."

Yeojae didn't say anything, only began to watch him.

Yoongi finished his first cigarette, and automatically lit up another. He avoided the younger male's attentive gaze skillfully. Ignoring the reality had turned into a regular habit of him. It didn't hurt anymore to say something out of spit because he had endured far much nescience from people around him.

Time will tell everything.

"You... shouldn't say something like this, Sir." Yeojae gazed up at the sky, eyes wondering above the cloud as if he was trying to spot someone there, "He... won't be very pleased to see you in this state."