❝fuck expectations.❞ | taekook

❝forty-eighth fucking scoop.❞

Afternoon

The dark, ruby blood that exuded from Young k's lip was painful. It was only a few days ago Youngmin hit him, but it still continued to ooze from the deepness of the wound.

He was standing in his room, looking at his beaten complexion in the tall mirror before him. He attempts to clean up his stained lip with a damp tissue, but he couldn't seem to stop flinching at every cold touch. It was too much pain for him to handle.

He shakes his head, looking up at the purple bruised ring around his swollen eye, his eyes were watering at the pain, his swollen eye, bloodshot and fragile. He pokes at the soft bruised skin, scrunching his nose at the excruciating pain it brought him.

Young k grows frustrated with himself, wondering why he couldn't even treat his wound properly, grunting in irritation, and throwing the soggy tissue in anger across the room, sitting down on his desk chair, resting his head in his hands, beginning to sigh.

He needed to make the pain go away, he needed to numb the pain and stop thinking bad thoughts.

Young k reaches over to his drawer under the desk, pulling it open to reveal his extra zip-lock packet of weed and material to roll a joint.

He lays out the paper, pouring the substance onto it and rolling it up into a cigarette.

Pinching his trusty lighter out of his jean pocket, placing the joint in between his lips, and lighting the joint on its end, beginning to breathe in the smoke, closing his eyes, and he feels a sudden release within him.

He stands up from his chair, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the floor, walking towards his bedroom window, looking out to the bright day as he sucked it the cloudy smoke.

He suddenly sees a car pull into the driveway of his house.

Young k laughs sarcastically to find out that it was Youngmin's car, "Well that's just fucking great, isn't it?" He laughs softly to himself in a sarcastic manner. Youngmin had been abusing him way more than he usually did, Young k already knew that he would have more cuts and bruises by the time this day ended.

Letting the joint hang limply on his bottom lip, Young k head for his closet, pulling out a large clear bottle of alcohol that he had been saving/hiding for a while.

Young k screws the lid off and throws it onto the floor, holding the joint in between his two fingers, and taking a huge swig, "Ah, fuck." He curses at how strong it was, after pulling away, walking back to his spot by the window.

After a few minutes, he was enjoying the bright day outside he suddenly hears banging on his door.

Already?

Young k rolls his eyes, taking another sip and ignoring the increasingly loud banging on his bedroom door.

The door finally swings open, from Youngmin kicking the locked door open with force. He literally just got here and he was already at it. Young k could feel the abuse happening more often than it should.

"What are you doing? I told you no smoking in the house, I can smell that shit from downstairs." Youngmin complains bitterly, once he had forcibly opened the door, standing in the middle of the door frame, looking at Young k, who wasn't sparing a glance to Youngmin, his eyes still on the emerald grass outside.

"Get out of my room." Young k mumbles, breathing out the smoke with narrowed eyebrows, holding the alcohol bottle loosely by it's neck.

"What?" Youngmin snarled, irritation filling his words, since Young k was mumbling non-sense he couldn't even hear.