Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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He couldn't remember the last time he spoke to his father. Ignoring each of those calls the boy would watch come across his phone from the man. Able to remember how sick to his stomach he felt when he left the man standing there all alone in front of his school. Because the man was still his father. And YeJun was hurting. Hurting in complete silence.

"YeJun." Voice stern, the boy's name escaped ones lips so heavily. Coming out in that single manner one would've felt their heart softly jump from, even if the boy kept his eyes held ahead of him. Thinking about every single one of those thoughts racing in his head.

"Mr.Min." And just like that, he met his teachers eyes. Feeling a few eyes of other students land on his frame as the boy looked up at the one man who could see that arrogance within the boy.

"If you're not going to participate then I'm going to kick you out." He didn't have the energy to fight back. Didn't have enough care to even do so much as react. Having simply looked at the man with that stare so heavy. Too heavy. Carrying a demeanor to it that his own father would hold.

So, he stayed silent. Looking as though he'd kill someone if they tried to do so much as bother him. Because the boy could feel. Feel his life slowly turning in a direction that had him praying it wouldn't. Needing nothing more than his family. His family that had fallen apart.

"Are you okay?" He knew that voice from anywhere. Coming from the one girl who was sat within the set of desks next to him. It being the same girl who he wouldn't dare pursue. Or allow to make feel as though he himself cared about her. Unable to connect with those emotions set in his heart to handle so much as a relationship.

And she watched as he looked at her. Holding that softness to her expression that one would so easily fall for. Even if YeJun only turned his head back to the teacher. Immediately getting up the second class ended, in which he ignored that soft calling of his name from the girl all over again.Wanting to simply see JunSeo. Because JunSeo was what he needed. The boy was his best friend.

So, he left. Left in that manner all too rushed, in which he was met with the one person who had those nerves in his body settling down almost instantly. Seeing as though the boy was someone who knew him. . . like the back of his hand.

"JunSeo-ah." He already had his arm wrapped around his shoulder. Earning that immediate you've never been this happy to see me, from the boy who couldn't help but grin. Carrying just as much arrogance as his own father would.

"My teacher was on my ass the whole time—"

"And you didn't say anything back—"

"You know I wanted to, JunSeo. But I can't keep having the school call my fucking mom." YeJun scoffed out. Having already began to notice how hyper aware the woman was being with him. Treating the boy as though he was a complete baby, in want for him to know that she was there. Causing JunSeo to do no more than laugh, only to continue walking with the one boy who had no clue that his parents had discussed getting a divorce. And that his mother was thinking of each and every way to bring it up to him.

"Have you talked to your dad at all?" JunSeo wasn't one to bring up such things. But the boy wasn't stupid. Able to tell that something was going on with the boys parents. His same parents who JunSeo looked at as though they were his own. Holding that relationship with her so strong. The girl was like his mother.

However, YeJun didn't speak. Giving him that look that told JunSeo all he needed to know as he shook his head with that sigh so deep.

"You're gonna have to talk to him one day, YeJun-ah—"