GAME | PJM

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something; a feeling, of some sort, had dragged the two teens to the place of intoxication and harmful sights amongst other beverages and acts. deafening outbreaks of fistful fights filled the cramped space of the heaven/hell on earth.

it was a place where most went to erase memories or draw on new ones into their mind with a burning sting of liquor, that could drive their sanity to its polar opposite.
this infusion took the vulnerable teens to state they never thought they'd reach, or at least, together; lust.

they did it in the mere blink of an eye; the speed in which a stray feather floats up off the ground and into oblivion.
and they regretted it deeply.

yeonmi had seen him in the certain condition.
jungkook had seen her likewise.

they had heard each other's groans, wails, whimpers–
and even that had been lamented as an excruciating memory.

the intense grip on jungkook's raven hair could still be felt whenever he looked at her; and the inappropriate sensation of his lingering lips was still stuck on yeonmi's own, attacking her senses whenever she'd touch them or lick them by habit.

it wasn't fair, but it was their fault.

"jungkook!" she gripped his sweater sleeve and pulled him into the bathroom where she stood, hyperventilating and eyebrows furrowed insufferably.

the younger boy almost joined in with her light-headed breathing as he eyed her with a youthful, innocent face; puzzled and anxious.

"what is it?" he croaked, widening his eyes once his gaze had reached the object she wanted him to notice.

his heart felt like it gave up on him.

"no...n-no...b-but we...we u-u-sed-"

"i know, i know." she interrupted his inevitably painful comment. a hand slipped down to her stomach and she winced at the situation.

"y-y-yeonmi, i c-can't-"

"you're not going to, jungkook. it's my problem and i have to fix it." yeonmi replied as jungkook watched her hand on her–their child's home, and almost weeped.

"it broke didn't it?" he asked, his voice back to its typical softness.

yeonmi nodded and scrunched up her face; prepared for the salty, warm tears to sprout ferociously from her eyes.
they threatened to fall, yet she felt strong enough to intimidate them not to.

"jimin's going to kill me."

yeonmi didn't reply.

she didn't know what he would do.

and, for once,
she was scared of the unknown.