Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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Head down, the boy continued to walk. Having left his mother who the expression of had his heart wanting to crumble underneath the sight of it. Yet right now he didn't want to be around anyone. Didn't want to think. Didn't want to celebrate his birthday that he didn't care about at all. Even if he knew. Knew the way his mother would try and do whatever she could to make him feel okay. Trying her hardest to make today feel normal for him. As normal as it could be.

Yet despite it all, YeJun couldn't ignore. Ignore his thoughts. Ignore his emotions that he had no clue how to properly process. Because the boy was no different from his father. Ignoring each and everything he felt, only to one day let it all hit him. Hit him like it was now. Realizing that his parents truly weren't together. That his father had cheated. That they were soon to get a divorce. And it hurt. Hurt to know that things would never be the same.

However, the boy tried. Tried to ignore his thoughts that at times were so draining. Making him continue to walk in that manner just barely quick as he listened to the music playing through his headphones. Completely tuning out the world amongst him, only to subconsciously reminisce upon certain memories. Memories made with his mother when he was so young. Remembering the times they would cuddle together as she'd read to him. Remembering the times they'd sit on the couch and watch tv together, only to wait for his father to come home. Making the boys eyes go subconsciously glossy as he thought about those memories so simple. Because life was so much easier. So much easier when he couldn't understand the world around him.

And be continued to walk. Even if it was then that he noticed the one person who he at times wondered if he could truly live without, standing there across the street. Because it was JunSeo who already had his arm waving at the boy. Speaking those words YeJun could hardly hear as he felt that easing of his soul. Seeing as though the boy had always been like that sibling to him. . . Ming never provided him with.

Yet the second YeJun could do so much as get close to the boy, it was that single car that came between the two. And it was that single car that had YeJun's body dropping to the ground the second the window came down just enough to shoot the boy in that manner so unruly. All while YeJun noticed that single man sitting in the backseat he had seen in front of his school. Having always watched the boy. Watched the boy in ways YeJun would try to convince himself weren't suspicious.

And all that came was that dropping of JunSeo's expression. Completely unable to process what exactly just happened as he watched that single car speed off as though nothing occurred. All while he watched. Watched YeJun's uniform become littered with pure blood. The same blood that had him lying there on the ground unable to even feel that pain raging through his body.

"Y-YeJun-ah!" There were already tears in the boys eyes. Tears that had him moving over to YeJun almost instantly, only to pull his body over his lap. All while he plead those pleas so broken. So broken and so rushed. Knowing that he couldn't. Couldn't lose the one person he valued so deeply.

"F-Fucking look at me, huh?! You have to fucking look at me." He could hardly say the words. The words that had his tears falling down his face in such a way that had the boy barely able to see as he listened to those honks surrounding him where he sat there in the road with the boy. Just pleading for anyone and everyone to help him as he noticed that blood beginning to paint his own skin. Blood that had YeJun trying his hardest to focus on the boy holding him. Even if he could also feel. Feel that build up of losing his consciousness.

"J-JunSeo—"

"Th-They're coming, o-okay? I-I promise they're coming." He could already hear those sirens. Sirens that had him praying he wouldn't lose his best friend. His best friend who it was the birthday of. His best friend who he had grown up with. Attending each and every day of school together. Telling things to each other they would never dare disclose with their parents. Making him realize that he wouldn't. Wouldn't have anyone if he were to lose the boy.