Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"YeJun-ah, let's go." In a rushed manner, Junsu grabbed his things. All while YeJun himself followed the man. The same man who was running late to work as he cursed ever so heavily underneath his breath.

"I-I can take him." It was SeJun who spoke. Having been completely unable to sleep the night prior. Knowing that the man who was his sisters child was underneath the same roof as him, as Junsu met the man's eyes. All while YeJun walked out of that single guest bedroom he had stayed in. Not having been spoken a word to by Junsu after they got to his home after being picked up. Because Junsu knew. Knew the boy needed time. Time to collect his emotions. Time to feel.

And all Junsu could do was look at the man. The same man he could see that desperation within. Desperation to finally do what he had missed out on all these years. Wishing that he was the one YeJun went to in the way he had Junsu the minute he called the boy. Confiding in no one other than him. And him only.

"Do you mind if my friend takes you? I'm running late for work." Junsu looked over at the boy. The same boy who had no clue just who SeJun was as he gave that single shake of the head. Earning that immediate just show him where your school is as Junsu himself finished grabbing his things. All while YeJun nodded. Allowing for himself to enter that single vehicle with his own uncle he had no clue existed the second Junsu left.

"It's not too far from here, and my apologies for the inconvenience—"

"Don't be sorry." SeJun could barely even speak to the boy without holding that nervousness in his tone. Paired with that aching of his heart that had his eyes wanting to well with pure tears. Realizing that he was doing. . . what he should've been able to endure upon all these years.

And it was YeJun who only gave that soft bowing of his head. All while the two drove in silence all too gentle. Even if it was SeJun who couldn't. Couldn't stop himself from speaking. Wanting to finally be known by the boy who he wanted to so badly have a relationship with.

"D-Do you enjoy it—"

"Enjoy what—"

"School." SeJun kept his eyes held on the road. Earning that heaviness of a sigh from the boy who only leaned his head further back upon the seat.

"I try to do well for my mom since she hates knowing that I don't enjoy going, but I always try to do what I can for her so she doesn't worry." YeJun looked out at those windows. Unable to stop himself from thinking back to the woman. The same woman who he knew he shouldn't have spoken to in the ways he had. Making him feel every ounce of that guilt he could barely stomach. Because the woman was someone he knew. Knew would do absolutely anything for him.

"But everyday I go it feels more and more exhausting. And it doesn't help that there's a teacher there who I fucking hate." SeJun couldn't help but laugh at the boy. Realizing how much he resembled his father who YeJun had no clue the man wanted to so desperately kill. Having hurt his own sister who SeJun never thought he'd be in the life of again.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's always trying to get in my business, a-and everyday she asks about my parents." YeJun was quick to scoff. Picturing no one other than the single person who his father had cheated with. Making that heat of  YeJun's blood fall completely hot at the thought of seeing the woman. She had ruined all he loved.

"You know how teachers can be—"

"B-But she's different. She just keeps going." She would. She'd continue getting underneath the boys skin. Speaking to him in ways that YeJun could barely handle at times. Realizing that all she had said wasn't for no reason. Having been able to swindle his father into doing something he had no business doing.