Smoke Me.

Chapter 36: Tunneling

AN: This chapter and the next 3 will be from Jungkook's perspective. Also, an important thing that I don't remember mentioning to you, dear Smokers, is that the few or many of you who read the new chapter in the first hours, or sometimes the first day will definitely encounter the most mistakes. Spelling and all. Sometimes I change whole paragraphs. Never plot though, or I don't remember doing that. I'm probably correcting it while you're already reading or after I wake up which will be some or many hours after I post. For some reason, if some time has passed, I see them. If not...I don't see it. It's weird. But yeah. And it's not like I don't edit it beforehand, but I always find the most mistakes after I post it, every time. Basically, I am cursed. Thanks for putting up with me for so long. And here's the new chapter:

Tiny pulsating, sparkly lights fading in and out. Wrapped around the red and golden, fake Christmas tree. Blue, yellow, green, and red little man-made stars. All behind my father's frame, sat at my mother's left at the same low, pullout table covered with a white, snowflake-themed table cloth. We all had to keep our legs folded in order not to touch each other under the table. But the carpet I was sitting on was not helping the ongoing pain from my backside very much.

"So, how did the two of you do in the final exa...ups. Jungkook!" Father exclaimed, mostly because Namjoon was cleaning the spill up and not because he was that appalled at the innate clumsiness.

"Sorry. But I warned you about sitting in front of me."

"This is the second glass you've spilled. Are you trying to tell me that you don't like the eggnog?" Mom was laughing, simultaneously wiping the drops that made it onto her dress fervently.

"Will it leave a stain?" Jung asked because he was making conversation, more so than out of genuine concern.

"It doesn't matter. Now, where were we? The results?"

"Ah, yes." I looked down from his joyous expression and rocked back and forth before exclaiming a happy: "I passed!"

"That's wonderful!"

"I have no idea how though... I don't even remember what I wrote either..." I mumbled quietly while they were throwing congratulations using different words that meant the same thing at the same time.

"Does it matter? Be happy that you're free," Namjoon murmured through it all, taking a sip of his eggnog.

"What grade did you exa..." Jung started asking without bothering to look up from his plate. I was somewhat certain he was avoiding to ever since he got an eyeful of Namjoon's bruised face. As if he didn't trust himself not to stare otherwise.

But mom didn't let him finish: "That's not important!"

"Too high for the bits that I remember writing." I thought out loud, holding my head up, elbow almost landing in the plate with one swift move since I was staring into the distance, trying to recall anything about that day besides the corpse in the bath, the hangover that gave me a splitting migraine, never-ending backside pain, and the big, black guy who drove us there for 'security reasons'. Details about the reason why everyone was in danger in the first place was something I was not allowed to know so the anxiety of that day was akin to not only drinking four espresso shots but a few energy drinks as well.

Mom's hands joined one another in one clap, so I did my best to force a smile that didn't show my ongoing paranoid scenario that consisted of someone calling at any moment to inform me that the results I've received have been nothing but a miscalculation or a name swap.

"It's great, honey. This Christmas is suddenly ten times better. But what about you Namjoon? How did you do?"

He almost choked on the sip that he had already taken before he put the glass down, talking without looking up, in a similar fashion to Jung: