Seven brothers, Heeseung, a lawyer, Jake, a scientist, Jay, an engineer, Sunghoon, a wealthy CEO, Sunoo, a doctor, Jungwon, a teacher, and Niki, a substance user, fight their way to survival after each encounter an attack linked to the reading of th...
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𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒊 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 - 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕
*CRASH*
Jake woke up to glass breaking somewhere in Heeseung's penthouse. His head hurt from all the crying last night, but he dragged himself to the living room anyway. There was Niki, looking like absolute shit on the floor, worse than he'd ever seen him - and that was saying something. His bathrobe was hanging off one shoulder, crusty with dried vomit, and he was just fucking screaming.
"AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!"
"WHAT?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Jake's voice cracked like a teenager's.
"HEESEUNG'S GONE TOO!" Niki was pulling at his greasy hair, snot running down his face. His phone was face-up on the white marble floor, cracked screen showing police messages. Jake picked it up with shaking hands: Heeseung had lost his mind and beaten some judge to death with a fucking gavel. The police had to shoot him down like a dog.
Jake couldn't stand anymore. His silk pajamas slid against the wall as he collapsed, ugly crying now. Through his tears, he saw Niki stumbling to his feet, nearly falling twice as he made for the elevator.
"THE LAST THING WE NEED IS TO SPLIT APART-" Jake tried grabbing Niki's robe, but Niki spun around and shoved him so hard he hit the wall.
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE!" Niki's bloodshot eyes were wild, pupils huge. His breath reeked of whatever pills he'd been popping all night. "IF YOU DIE, THEN FUCKING DIE, IF I'LL DIE THEN I'LL JUST FUCKING DIE!!!"
The elevator doors closed on his screaming. The fancy lobby guards - the ones Heeseung paid to watch them - tried to stop him, but Niki was out of his mind. He burst onto the street in that nasty bathrobe, scratching at his arms where track marks were starting to show.
*BEEP*
Bright lights hit him and he dropped, looking at the 10-wheeler truck that was about to hit him-
*RING*
He opened his eyes, it was just some old man on a bike looking at him like he was crazy. There was no truck. He touched his body to make sure he's still in one piece and stood up again, fleeing the embarrassing scene.
Niki jumped in a taxi, leaving dirty smudges on the leather seats. But when they got to his place - his "secret" apartment that apparently wasn't so secret anymore - there were vultures everywhere. News people with their cameras and microphones, all wanting to catch the junkie heir losing his mind.
He didn't even look at the taxi driver asking for money. Just pushed through all those people, their cameras jabbing him in the ribs, their voices all mixing together asking about his dead brothers. His hands were shaking so bad he could barely get his key in the door.
First thing he did was go for his stash behind that massive fridge his father bought him last Christmas. The morphine hit his veins like an old friend. But those fuckers outside wouldn't shut up, their voices getting louder and louder until his head felt like it would explode.
