Dandelions | Yeongyu

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"Hey, that's enough." The man took the bottle away from the woman who was wasted on the couch. "Give that back!" She slurred her yell while smacking her hand on top of his chest. "I said it was enough." Though the rage was coursing through him he never let it show. "Jaehyun, I said give that back!" The women fumbled off the couch, hurrying to catch up with him.

  "You've dark enough already." He spoke while tossing the empty whisky bottles in a plastic sack.

"You don't know what I'm going through!" She began to sob, flinging herself and her arms around in the process, nearly collapsing to her knees as she spoke.

He said he wouldn't break, he said he wouldn't show anger towards her, he said he wouldn't but, damn she's just so insensitive.

Jaehyun, her husband, Beomgyus father, couldn't hold himself back anymore. He swiftly turned around to face her, eyes dark and face blood red. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you? He's my son too, I'm just as worried as you are but I don't spend my time drinking away. No, I make the effort to look for him, and bring him home while you sit there in the bottle. This is exactly why he refuses to look at you, to call you his mom, all of it, cuz you wasted your life without him."

The man then reached into the bag and pulled out the only bottle that was still half full.

"Fine, if it means so much to you, have it. I'm done with you." He then dropped the sack and slammed the bottle on her chest and hands before shoving past her.

"I'm done with you."

He readapted himself, making sure he was clear and then headed out.

It's been exactly three days since his wife started drinking again, three days since the police said the case wasn't serious enough, three days since his son hasn't been home.

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"It feels good doesn't it?"

Beomgyu laid in his usual spot on the bed, all pain and fear flooding away. "Do you like it?" He heard the one who laid next to him ask.

Strangely enough, yes he did , why did he like it?

"See, you just needed to get used to it all." The boy next to him chuckled, and for some reason a smile spread to his own lips, followed by a small snicker, then a giggle, and soon enough cackles of laughter.

The twos laughs bounced off each other. There was nothing in particular that was funny, it was the substance talking for them.

"Do you want some more?" The male sat up and so Beomgyu followed, a proud nod with his happy puppy like expression.

The elder reached under the bed and pulled out a bag, from there he took out a glass bong, this caused Beomgyus cheeks to flush a light red. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, at least it was better than being forced some strange pills, though he still never figured out what they were laced with, every-time he asked, he got shouted at saying he was crazy for assuming something like that.

"Here, let me light it for you." Beomgyu had the bong placed in his lap while the other put the bud in and lit it up.

That's another thing he wouldn't ask. How and when he got it, why he had it, anything about it was off the tables. There was no point in asking. He was sure this meant he never actually threw any of it out when he first promised he did. But why does it matter now? After all, here they were, smoking it together.

  And strangely, it helped, it helped a lot.

He felt relaxed, he didn't have pain, he wasn't scared anymore. His mind, it was peaceful, even with his current situation.