Codependency | Jikook |

☆Chapter 8☆

"Jimin." The grandpa bluntly stated.

"Oh. My prince? What about him?" I chuckled a bit. Yoongi only rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, what do you think he's up to?" He pesters.

"How the fuck would I know?"

"I can tell you what he's not doing..." 

"You? I already know, Yoongi." From the back of the room somewhere, a wild Tae laughed.

"He's not doing drugs... unlike someone else I know." He looked up from his lit cigarette to stare deeply into my soul.

"Heh. You act like you aren't stoned." I snapped back.

"At least I know how to control myself, dude."

"Tch. Even if you knew how you don't." I told him taking the last puff from my cig and looked up at the popcorned ceiling.

What is he doing right now?

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7:43 pm

Only 2 more minutes left.

I held the cold silver razor blade in my small hands, watching the clock tick down faster and faster until it's time. Sitting next to me on my bed was a list of jumbles of sentences and numbers, which wouldn't make any sense to anyone other than me.

There was a tally column and a reasons column. But one row stood out, as it was written with my bold black marker instead of pencil like the rest of the code.

20 // Crying in front of Jungkook

The clock stroke 7:45.

It's time.

It's time to punish myself for all of my wrongdoings of the day. To punish myself for being alive. I rolled up my pant legs to reveal years of self-inflicted punishment. The tank top I wore already showed off my arms that have been through hell and back a few times.

So I got to work.

For every punishable thing I've done today, I have to atone for it. First, starting with my left leg. The cold blade pierces my skin, creating beautiful cuts and slits. Then I moved on to the right after the left has been covered in its own blood, repeating the same thing. Tears want to fall, but I won't let them. I would only have to punish myself more. 

Then to the serious part. The arms. I begin with slicing deeply into my them, counting every single mark it made on my skin. Today I'm do for seventy-four. With shallow breathing, it's almost over.

"S...sixty...huff...six..." I muster out. Blood covered my skin, my night clothes, and the towels I placed on my bed to protection from the awful sight. A few more deep and painful slashes later,

Done.

I slam the blade against the floor, in what? In anger? In sadness? In emptiness? Who knows.

I layed back down on the bed staring up to the ceiling, letting the uncomfortable towels soak up the warm red liquid.

"I...survived..." I tiredly whispered to myself, before drifting off to a maybe deserved but definitely necessary slumber until work starts back up tomorrow.

-Saturday morning, 9:30 am-

Morning beams grazed my eyes forcing me awake. "Ugh." I groaned in pain. My whole body's stiff and my head is pounding. I sat up in my bed taking aback by my surroundings. "How the hell did I get here?" I questioned myself. I slowly got out of my bed making my way to my white bedroom door. There was a note taped to it.

You were totally wasted last night so me and Yoongi brought you home

Don't worry, your parents won't be back home from work for about 6 months since we saw them leaving when we brought you home.

-태태

Awesome. Just awesome. They left again huh? It's whatever by now. I can't even act like they notice or care about me when they're home anyway. They don't act like that picture perfect family. But things would be so much more different if they did.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen for hangover coffee. The phone in my sweatpants pocket buzzed as I watched the droplets of coffee drip down into my mug. I pulled out my phone and read the text message.

From: 태태

Hey! Strawberry cake is 1/2 off today! My cousin made it! She's just as weird as me :P Swing by the cafe today -3-

I slip my phone back into the pocket and grab the coffee mug to take a few sips. I let out a sigh.

"Alright Tae." I pulled my phone back out to give him a reply.

To: 태태

Sure thing I'll be over in 20. Tell Yane I can't wait ^_^

Send

Time to start the day. I ran back upstairs and grabbed whatever clothes awaited me on the floor and didn't smell like the dogs ate them and spit them back out. Washing up, getting dressed and fixing my hair up more than usual. I normally would never care about my hair or any crap like that, but all I can think of is Jimin. 

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin Jimin.

What if I stand next to him and people think I'm ugly?

I finished brushing my locks, slip on my shoes, and grab my car keys. Driving down the road was relaxing. Peaceful even. Like all my doubts were being blown away by the fresh new wind on this Spring day.

I pulled up to the cafe and parked behind the tiny building. The cafe was originally an old ice cream parlor, and still resembled one because of the exterior. From the small size of the building to the red and white window covers. But it was cute and like a second home to me.

I locked up the car and walked into the cafe for probably the thousandth time. The little golden bell made a cute ringa linga sound when someone walks in.

Right on cue, a girl wearing a bright red bandana around her head as a cute headband popped up from behind the counter.

Sorry this chapter wasn't the most epic or exciting ㅠㅠ
I was kinda rushing to get this out so I didn't have to go so long without a chapter, but I hope you enjoyed anyways :)
Who's that girl?

~Kai