Anymore| TaeGyu

[17]

Beomgyu took the last step, reaching the 2nd floor of the apartment building. He pushed through the heavy white chipped door, and stepped into the corridor. He let the door slam behind him.

"Gyu, I was actually on my way to talk to you."

The man's orange mullet and sunglasses, were nothing new to see. Though, for once, he didn't seem angry, which was a nice change. He actually looked to be in a good mood, even smiling at the man he was approaching.

"What's up?"

"I wanted to say how impressed I am that you shifted everything I gave you." 

Some might think one should be more discreet about matters like this, but not in this neighborhood. Discretion is not necessary. It's either, keep your mouth shut about what you heard, or face the rather brutal consequences. 

"I wasn't expecting it, but you've proven me wrong. Don't fuck me over like you did again, okay?"

"I won't."

"Good, now take this." Yoongi said, pushing something plastic-y into Beomgyu's palm. "Dab on your gums, and have fun." He laughed, patting Beomgyu's back.

He could hear Yoongi's footsteps trail down the hall, as he glanced down to the baggy. There was some sort of white powdered substance, that resembled crystals.

"Mdma huh?" He chuckled to himself, slipping the bag into his pocket.

He knew his friends would be more than pleased with that, since they were so sick of cocaine. He didn't know what sort of operation his friends thought he was running here, this wasn't a pick a mix. These were drugs they're talking about. He could only get his hands on so much.

Beomgyu made a mental note to gather his friends tonight, so they could have some of that 'fun' Yoongi was on about. He had something else to do right now, which didn't include being off his face. He continued down the corridor, all the way to his mothers apartment, which was only a floor below his own.

There was immediate concern, as he heard shouting on the other side of the door. A mans voice boomed through the apartment, sending a chill down Beomgyu's spine. He grabbed at the handle, pulling the unlocked door open. The locks had been broken for months.

"How am I meant to eat if there isn't a single clean plate in this damn apartment?!"

Beomgyu flinched, just managing to avoid the plate thrown his way, smashing against the door.

"Hey dipshit! Don't fucking smash our plates!" Beomgyu growled, shooting an intense glare at the man in front of him.

He was tall, but scrawny, a clear addict.

"Who the fuck is this?!" The man yelled, darting his gaze to the woman crying beside him.

His mother was shaking, with her head hanging low. "I-It's my s-son." She whimpered out.

Beomgyu was ready to lose his shit. His mother had let another deadbeat asshole into her life, but this time, Beomgyu was old enough to do something about it.

"Listen kid, this is between me and your mother! So get the fuck out!"

"Do you pay for this apartment?! No? didn't think so! If anyone should leave, it's you!" Beomgyu raised his voice affirmatively, pushing past the man, to check on his mother. "Are you okay mum?" He asked gently.