Sober

Chapter 3

To say the least having to step back into Jyp high wasn't what I was looking forward to.

It's bad enough some random dude questioned how I was still alive or how other students looked at me like I was the walking dead.

Honestly I couldn't care less about those but what really lead me to losing my cool was hundreds of those nosy teenagers kept whispering shit about me.

If your gonna judge a person at least do it right. Say whatever shit you have to say infront of their faces.

Better yet, if your gonna start spreading rumors at least get the facts right.

Why the fuck am I hearing these little shits that I overdosed on drugs because I was on a suicide mission.

It was purely wrong and bizarre.

Suddenly I wanna end my fucking life and the best way I chose to do it was a fucking drug overdose.

If I wanted to die I would've done so but I'd purposely drown down a whole bottle of sleep medication or jump of the school's building.

Ofcourse I'm not gonna do it right now but I'm pretty sure we've all envisioned ways we'd like to die.

Enough about death though, right now I need to find Minho and the gang before heading to class.

I had promised them I'd meet them all befor classes began, especially with how  Jeongin and Seungmin had kept pestering me about it.

Although I really don't blame them.

I had been gone for 3 months and well the last time they'd seen me was not in the prettiest site.

I had pretty much searched all around school but hadn't find them.

All our hangout spots like the cafeteria, the bleachers by the rugby field, the school roof, the dance room and the sciene lab.

I was getting pretty tierd having to look for those idiots until i finally reached the soccer field where I had finally found everyone sat on bleachers.

For a moment I just sort of stood there glancing at the four.

Hearing Jeongin's fox-like laugh as Changbin tells him one of his terrible dad jokes or hearing Seungmin blabbing off about Day6 to Minho who looked like wanted to ripp the younger mouth off.

It felt nostalgic it made me want to cry.

It had only been 3 months and it felt like a decade since I'd seen all of them.

I hadn't realised how long had been standing there until Jeongin made locked contact with me before practically dashing up to me before everyone realised why.

I didn't want to cry.

I made a mental note not to breakdown and cry but I broke that the minute I was engulfed by the younger who was hurling up a storm.

I couldn't contain it any longer before I found myself crying along with him, and we just stood there crying our hearts out while in each other's embrace.

I knew the others were doing the exact same, I could hear changbin trying to calm Seungmin down and I knew for a fact Changbin was just as horrible keeping his tears suppressed.

Yet with Minho, I can't even begin to talk about it.

I couldn't read his emotions, he just sat there not wanting to turn around.

I don't know whether he's hurt or mad but I knew that deep down inside he was hurt.

It hurt a lot, having witness my friends in so much pain.