A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

42 ~ Make Things Right

I don't bother trying to hold the tears back as I walk away from the front door a second time tonight, not hesitating to tug a cigarette and my lighter out in attempt to at least make the memories go away. As soon as I've got the cigarette lit though, I'm fishing my phone out of my other jacket pocket so that I can call Taeju. At this rate, I'm tempted to just leave my car and start walking, knowing what is most definitely to come of me if I were to actually bother with operating my car at the moment and knowing I still don't have the heart to leave my brother behind and defenseless like that.

"What can I do for you, boss?" Taeju answers almost immediately, tone somewhat solemn as it has been since I left the hospital. We both know I've been on a downward spiral despite my attempt to keep myself from leaving my brother behind just yet, knowing that I'm merely waiting for it to be by someone else's hand that brings my demise to me as to finally finish paying my price for being born.

"I need you to come pick me up. I'm at my brother's house." I mutter, not wanting to ask for help but knowing I'll most certainly crash the car if I try driving right now. I know I won't have to wait too long for Taeju to arrive, would take less time than trying to get a fucking grip on myself to be able to drive, and it's the only reason I'm willing to ask for his help. I want to be stuck here for as little time as possible at this point.

"I'm on my way. Wanna talk about it?" Taeju breathes out, and I can hear the noise in the background of him grabbing what he needs before heading out towards his own car. I reach my other hand up so that I can pluck the cigarette from my lips, blowing out the smoke in weak attempt to focus on something else at the moment.

"Do I ever care to talk about it? Perhaps that's my mistake." I grumble more to myself than him before sticking the cigarette back between my lips. I hear him sigh, and I can imagine the way he's shaking his head, seeming to already be getting a gist of what's gone down tonight.

"I'll be there soon, Jae. Just try to hold on till I get there okay?" With that, he hangs up and I find myself pouting as I stare down at my phone once I've pulled it away from my ear, shaking my head to myself as I stuff it back into my pocket. I try not to think about what exactly his words mean as I make my way to the back of my car, wanting to waste as little time as possible when he gets here. I don't bother with paying any attention to my surroundings, focusing on the smoke I'm inhaling and exhaling, trying to focus on anything other than my raging thoughts as I wait for him to arrive.

I soon hear footsteps though, and it has me frowning as I turn to look in the direction of where they're coming from, not understanding why I can't just be left alone at this point. I got the message that I'm not wanted, I don't need someone to come out here just to tell me that I need to leave. I'm already working on it.

I hardly have a chance to process who's out here with me, being caught off guard when the stick gets plucked from my lips and immediately tossed to the ground. I frown in confusion, reluctantly reaching a foot out to stomp it out as a force of habit as I glare weakly at the person who tossed it.

"What're you doing out here? Go back inside." I mutter bitterly, turning to face back out towards the street as I begin to fish a new cigarette out of my pocket along with my lighter. My hand gets ripped from my pocket before my attempt is successful though, quickly pissing me off as I yank my wrist from his hold as I glare at him once more.

"Nobody told you to leave, Jae." Yoongi murmurs with a sigh, gaze on the ground beneath us. I scoff, rolling my eyes as I look away from him once more and return to grabbing another cigarette.

"Nobody had to. The silence and inability to look at me said enough." I inform him coolly, successfully tugging a new cigarette from my pocket with my lighter. Before I have the chance to light it, both items are being pulled out of my grasp, and I huff as I glare back over at the elder, not at all amused by whatever little game he's trying to play.