Smoke Me.

Chapter 26: Fever Dream

AN: Hi. How are you? I haven't slept much, but I'm not complaining. Just sharing. Anyways, this chapter is from Jungkook's perspective. As it should be.

Also, a quick reminder that If it's between (...), these, then whatever's happening or being said is on Tv. '...' for thoughts. And "..." for dialogue. And a new chapter will be posted 8 days after this one.

I have a wonderful editor, and those who read the earlier chapters might've noticed, but she didn't get to this chapter yet cause...life. She doesn't need to give anyone any excuses though. She does this from the kindness of her heart. But I, as the writer, must apologize for any mistakes I didn't see or realize I've done when I corrected them. If there's any you want to point out, feel free to do so. If not, the editor, jooniekingg, will soon catch them all, Pokémon style.

Felt the need to recap everything for some reason. Thank you all for all the support, assumptions on what's going to happen, and just, so many nice comments that make my day and night. It keeps me writing and excited to read so many reactions. Bottom line is, thank you so much for reading. Hope you like it:

He asked: "Why do you trust him? What did he ever do to deserve your trust?"

"I don't...He..."

He went on: "He's been manipulating you. Can't you see? Making you get comfortable, so when it no longer is, you won't run away."

"Taehyung...I know that wasn't Namjoon's..."

'Ah, am I talking too low? He doesn't seem to hear me. But every word he utters is so loud that my eardrums must be vibrating. Can they?'

"You believe you must cater to him. After all, he's your dealer. I get it. But he's not the only one who can get you stuff, Kook. I can help you. And I will."

"Help?"

"Jungkook, did he even ask if you wanted to do it?"

"Not now...but..."

"Right. That's because he doesn't really care. He just wants you under him. He's a rapist."

"No..."

"His last girlfriend told me. Look. I know he roofied you, so, now, here, I added my number into your phone as E. Call me whenever. Alright? Hey. Alright?"

He cupped both cheeks and smiled a boxy, scary-looking smile. The insides of the new pants were damp and warm, but I still felt moist and dirty.

"Yes."

"You will hear it straight from her mouth. Then you'll believe me. Jungkook. I am not your enemy."

"Taehyung?"

"Yea?"

"I tried to push him off, I scratched him, but he didn't...react...He just stood there..."

I was crying on his white shirt once more as I recalled everything as every word left my mouth. Experiencing a very different embrace from Namjoon's. The comfort he was trying to provide was bothering me. The bones from his arms and shoulders stuck out, making me feel like what I am leaning on is a shaky foundation. His arms were long and thin as sticks, his eyes bigger and somewhat rounder, but his voice, penetrated with its deep tone.

"I know. I know...You want me to hurt him too? I can do it for you. Just say the word."

'No offence but you stand no chance against him if the rumors are true.'

"No...I will...have my revenge."

"What? Kook, what did you say?"'

"I will do it."