Two Worlds - Namjin

18- Rescue

Pov. Jin

The past few days have been the worst of my life. I have my phone on silent so I don't have to hang up every time he calls. Working is the only thing that kept me distracted and even then I can't stop going back to that scene. Just today I served five different people the wrong order. Yesterday I did some extra hours so I made even more mistakes than today. But no matter who complains, I don't have the strength to defend myself or fight. I just nod and try again. They're probably right anyway.

I've been working two times as much just to avoid going home. To avoid thinking about my boyf...about Namjoon. I'm cleaning one of the tables when my phone lights up. I'm ready to ignore another phone call when I see the person calling is my neighbor. And just like last time he called, only bad news come out of his mouth.

- Seokjin? After what happened last time I thought I should tell you...your dad's not home

He doesn't need to say anything else. I hang up and suppress the tempting idea of throwing my phone against the wall and myself under a bridge. Instead, I tell my boss I have to leave on time today and run out of there. Is this what my life will be like forever? Fucking hell.

Lucky for me this time I don't take that long to find him. After looking around the neighborhood where his dealers used to be, I find him mumbling curses under his breath and kicking a rock like a child.

- Dad! What the hell are you doing here?

- They didn't give me anything! Not even a refund! I didn't ask for it though, I just wanted the-

- I'll stop you right there. My day was shitty enough without hearing your crap. Let's just go home.

- You know, I tried your friend to convince them! But he wasn't reacting to anything

- My friend?

- The tall one! The one that came home the other day!

He really should stay quiet. To just think about Namjoon hanging around with those people make me sick. It hurts to imagine it at all. But I guess I should get used to that being true. They must be friends. They could be laughing right now while taking pills or some shit like that. My mind can only come up with the most heartbreaking scenarios.

- I thought he was gonna help me! But he was just lying there on the ground. He didn't even try to convince them!

I stop on my tracks and look back at him. Ever since he left the drugs he's been a pain in the ass, sometimes it's like the old days but must of the times he's thinking of getting high again. And more often than ever he gets confused or lost on his own world. But he sounded so honest just now.

- What did you say? Namjoon was on the ground?

- Maybe he had shrooms. Those fuck you up bad. Hahaha I remember last time I had some I didn't get up in over a day!

- Dad! Focus! Was he hurt? Or just high? Big fucking difference so think it through

I can see on his expressions the extra effort he makes in remembering. God, I seriously need a doctor to check on him soon. It takes him a whole minute and I have to stop myself from pressuring him. I prefer him to take a little longer and be honest. No matter how much it hurts to know he must be hi-

- He had blood.

A shiver runs down my spine realizing that dumbass got in trouble. And I should ignore it all together but my body moves on its own and a minute later I find myself running up to that dealer's house. As I pretty much threaten my father to stay outside, I hear some sirens on the back. I can't be sure this is where the police is heading to but if it is they could take Namjoon with them. I don't have the time to wonder why I care so much about what will happen to him for his own actions.