Not While I'm Around

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Trigger warning for the third POV⚠️

Seokjin's POV

The familiar smell of marijuana overflows my senses as I begin to gain consciousness. I'm lying on the tattered mattress, my clothes were strewn around the room. Two bodies lay sleeping beside me, each missing their clothing. As I go to move, one stirs and I fear to escape.

My back aches and my neck is stinging. I look to my chest and see the many hickeys that coat it, their saliva is still present, not yet dried. I stand up with much resistance from my tired body, the floor is cold under my bare feet.

I walk to the window, placed high above the floor, almost touching the ceiling. Even on my tiptoes, I can barely see outside, but I catch a glimpse.

The snowstorm has vanished leaving only a frozen desolate world behind. Powdery snow has covered the grass and trees, it almost looks as if cotton-balls have replaced them. Ice has begun to form on the cold window from the steam emitted from our previous activities.

I begin to gather my clothes, my stained shirt, the loose jeans that have been removed countless times by hands that are not my own. But I'm missing my socks, the pink ones, my only bright clothing.

I shouldn't have worn them here... dammit!

I give up and trudge to the stairs, grabbing the money that sits on the table before sneaking upstairs. I throw on my boots, an uncomfortable feeling without the thin layer of cotton insulating my bare skin. My coat lays on a chair next to the door, underneath three others. As my coat meets my broad shoulders I hear voices from downstairs and quickly walk out the door, my body too tired to take any more.

The sun greets my face, creating a lively aura as I make my way down the street. A snow plow drives by, pushing the white powder to the side, creating a clear path for cars to drive through. An old man grabs his shovel -almost hidden on his doorstep -and begins to shovel the sidewalk. My feet are almost hidden in the tall snowfall, my black boots stand easily distinguishable among the plain white powder.

The tall city buildings can be seen from the suburb, standing like mountains on the horizon. My apartment takes up a little less than half of one of these suburban houses. The red roof is a unique feature that draws the eye. A small rainbow sticker sits in the window, and the straw woven welcome mat collects dirt, saving my floor from getting too messy.

The walk home is painfully slow my boots getting heavier and heavier. The steps to my front door feel like they're miles apart, my eyelids threaten to close. My body is drained. My fingers fumble with the keys to my house, struggling to turn the lock.

The strong blast of heat from my house takes me by surprise and I struggle with undressing myself.

"Jin, dude are you okay?" A voice sounds behind me and I barely open my eyes to take a look at them.

My roommate, Namjoon. His concerned eyes survey my body, looking for anything that could be wrong.

If only he could see what they've done to me.

"Hey-" is all I can say before passing out from exhaustion.

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