Smoke Me.

Chapter 25: Blind Luck

AN: Let me know if you spot any mistakes. If not, see you in 8 days. Enjoy:

"What the fuck did you give them?!"

"I don't know... Bud gave this clear stuff to me in case someone gets a bit angsty. I didn't even inject all of it! But he may or may not have some hallucinations if he wakes up, so can you stop yelling..."
"Not talking about the shot, Michael! It's the pills I'm concerned about!"
"Ah, those. They're just supposed to increase horniness and maybe some.... other..."
"They drank the other stuff right before! Did you not think what would happen if the drugs mix?! They're not the kind to pop stuff every day, and it wasn't like hours had passed in between. What were you even thinking?!"
"I said I'm sorry! Didn't I?! What the fuck do you want me to do! He's the one who gets off by..."
"Kook..." That is all I managed to breathe out with my eyes still shut.

"Don't you fucking dare to try and shift the blame! Remember what happened when Mole went on a bender and found that gun? You know it brings stuff out of people that..."
"Jung..."
"Blame me! It's not like you didn't spice their shit! And they're fine! They're breathing. No one is in mortal danger, okay? They're both asleep and..."
"The kid's fucking traumatized. He got raped!"
"It's his boyfriend. He fucking wanted it!"
"How the fuck do you know what he wanted?! He couldn't have consented when he..."
"I can tell!"
"Then why the fuck was he crying his eyes out and shaking like a fucking earthquake?!"
"It's all because of this psycho. Did you see the marks on him and...!"
"Ju...oh..."
"Shit, I think he's moving. Look, his hand is in a different place."
"Mike, you better catch him before he falls off the bed. And if he strangles you, this time, don't make a sound, got it? He's your problem now!"
"You're letting me alone with the rapist? Really?! That's how much you care about me?"
"I thought you enjoyed that shit. Now here you go. It's you fucking time to shine!"
"Kook..."
"Johnny? Where are you going?! Johnny? Fuck you, man. And fuck you! Why couldn't you just not act like...fucking monster..."
The loud sound followed the sound of a door being shut. So, I got up slowly, eyes still closed, reached for the floor. But while I was lowering myself, a hand stopped mine before it grazed the ground.

"No. No. Tall guy, open your eyes and listen to me. Your boyfriend's fine. You're fine. You need to sleep it off. How the fuck did you wake up so fast anyway?"
I grabbed some type of material and pulled.

"What the fuck are you? Namjoon, let go for Christ's sake. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know you'd react like that. I thought...he was bullshitting and that you're...Shit, fucking, fuck..."
I fell from the bed and it was soft.

"Jung...k..."

"Hey. Open your eyes. Tall guy. Hey. Look at me."
Light pain across my cheek and then across my eyelids made me remember how to open them.

I saw something yellow and then dark.

"Listen to me. You're under three different drugs, okay? They're all strong stuff, all still in your system and they're all doing different shit to you at the same time. Just sleep it off and you'll be peachy in..."
"Jungkook?"

I touched the dark hair and caressed it with guilt raising from the tip of my stomach and coming up my throat like acid.

"He's sleeping. He's fine ...No. Don't stroke...Are you really hallucinating? Fuck. Johnny!? JOHNNY!"

"Jungkook." I cupped his cheek and leaned down, breathing in the scent that was different than I remembered. The words went in but didn't make any sense. They were just words that held no meaning.
"Shit. You're hard too? Get off me, now! As much as I'd like to, I can't help you. Tall guy! Stop, just... You'll kill me if you'll remember later, so..."
I searched for the wound that I'd made at the top of his shoulder, licked it over and over again whispering "I'm sorry".