Use Me Like A Drug

Laugh Like You've Gone Mad

  A headache was building behind your eyes and you wanted nothing more than to drift away into sleep, but it seemed that the police had no intentions of letting you do so. They'd brought you back for extensive questioning and the night wore on and on.

  "What kind of car did they drive?"

  You only knew the brand. You hadn't paid close enough attention to the year and the model. You never thought you'd need to.

  "Where could they have gone?"

  You had no clue. You'd thought back to every single place you'd moved and there was never a pattern. They just moved far away.

  "What were their names?"

  How could you be sure they weren't fake? Was anything they told you real? You choked out their names, struggling to keep your tears back as the reality of your situation crushed you again.

  "Do you have any pictures of them?"

  They were camera shy. At least that's what they told you.

  "Can I be done now?" You asked, your voice no more than a whimper. Your head hurt and your throat was dry and you wanted nothing more than to lay down and rest.

  "Of course. We'll need you to come back in the morning for more questioning. We've notified your birth parents and they are on their way."

  "Do I have to?" Your voice was soft and shaky and it faded the more you talked.

  "It is absolutely crucial that we catch the suspects. You must also be put in a safe home."

  You nodded and exited the building. Your five friends seemingly hadn't moved. They waited all night for you. Soobin's eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall. He breathed slowly and his breaths were deep. HueningKai rubbed his arms in the cold. His arms covered the stain on his hoodie. Beomgyu was leaning against the wall as well, and he seemed to be the most aware. His eyes were wide open and he looked around with a sharpness unrivalled by anyone around the precinct. Taehyun's eyes were puffy and red and he sniffled in the cold, still wiping at his eyes relentlessly. Yeonjun looked pale and tired. He pulled at his sleeves, trying to wrap any excess fabric around himself in an attempt to warm himself up.

  "(Y/N)!" Beomgyu called as he saw you. He instantly pushed himself away from the wall as the others gained their wits. Beomgyu pulled you into a hug and you gratefully accepted it, melting in the comforting warmth he brought with him. Something about him and his deep, silky voice brought you unimaginable comfort. It was like the feeling of a weighted blanket that's the perfect temperature.

"Let's get you home-" Yeonjun started, but promptly cut himself off, cringing at himself. How was he to know? He'd never had anyone in this type of situation before.

"I don't wanna be alone," you whimpered into Beomgyu's shoulder, clutching onto the fabric of his cardigan.

There was a moment of silence as the reality of the situation finally sank into the group, a heaviness weighing down on them, and a new sense of responsibility piled onto everyone's burdened shoulders.

  "Let's go to The Park," Beomgyu suggested, gently rubbing circles into your back, soothing you until you no longer felt the need to cry.

Yeonjun nodded and led the way to his car, rubbing his eyes in attempt to wake himself up more. He already felt sick and he was sweating and shivering at the same time, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. Not at such a distressing moment for you.

  Taehyun sat in the front seat but his hands were fidgety. He wrung his fingers and looked at his lap as Yeonjun pulled out of the parking lot.

  You got the window seat and sat next to Beomgyu. You felt him trying to give you more room, but you didn't want anymore room. You felt the pressure building up in your chest again and suddenly you wondered why you were so emotional. Why couldn't you handle this like an adult? The tears pushed through anyways, despite your attempts to stop crying, and you bit your lip to hold back any noises. Your deep breaths gave you away as Yeonjun looked at you in the rear view mirror. He reached his right arm back and brushed your knee with it. When he caught your attention, he kept his hand there, gesturing for you to hold his hand. You gently put your hand on top of his and he used his thumb to gently rub circles into your hand. After a moment or two, Yeonjun gave your hand one last squeeze and returned his hand back to the wheel so he could focus, although he couldn't really do that when he was so worried about you.