Killer || JJK✔️

- TWENTY FOUR -

I awoke with a gasp, and sat upwards suddenly. My memory was foggy, and was starting to come back slowly. Wasn't I high last night? I think so... I couldn't really remember much. Just having a lot of fun with JH, and then something about Jungkook, (who I was still sort of mad at, by the way... Not really mad, but still mad), and RM being a real buzzkill.

I felt weak and achy, like I would if I was sick. A vile feeling rose up in my stomach, and before I knew it, I had already leaned over and puked right into a bucket that was conveniently next to my bed. Who put that there?

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling in disgust at the remnants left on the back of my palm. On the night stand, there was a plate of food, a day-old glass of water, and a note. After carefully unfolding it, my eyes scanned over the page, reading the note that had been left for me.

Dear Micha,
I don't know if you remember what happened last night... Let's just say you got high. Yeah... It was JH. Blame him. I'll talk to you after you wake up, but stay in bed, I'll come to your room later. You probably feel awful right now, but we still need to talk. And by the way, drink the water I left you! You need to stay hydrated.
         - RM

Not surprised he wanted to talk about it. But really? For a gang leader, he was really concerned about my health. I sighed, and glanced reluctantly at the food and water on my night stand. I wasn't hungry, at all. I just couldn't eat right now, RM's suggestion would have to wait.

Soon after that, the door slowly creaked open, and I glanced up to see that RM was looking in, holding a damp towel and clean bandages.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" RM asked, and I scoffed.

"I feel like shit, how's your day going?" I replied, finally deciding to take a sip of the water, and RM smiled nervously. 

"Great, so far... But I guess feeling like shit should've been expected." He said. "You had a... Let's just say interesting night. You thought you saw Jungkook, and started screaming at him, and I don't know what you thought was going on... But it was JM the entire time."

I spit out all water in my mouth, and nearly dropped the glass. "WHAT?" 

RM started laughing, stumbling backwards a bit. "His reaction–" He said in between his laughter, "–was priceless! You were just screaming at him, for no reason, and he was terrified– I don't think I've seen him that scared in my entire life!"

But the laughter slowed down, and RM turned serious. "But... I don't remember exactly what happened... Then you really seemed mad at him, and it wasn't a joke anymore. And after that, you started shaking and were really sick, a bad side effect of the drug. And you screamed, as if you were seeing something in front of you that was almost torturous to watch. I don't know what it was, and I don't know if you remember, but it sure messed you up." He explained, and my expression turned solemn.

I faintly remembered something happening to Jungkook... Something bad. I had no idea what it was, but I didn't like it. And then... I just remember him disintegrating into small particles, right in front of my eyes. Then I remember being upset and confused, and then RM taking me back to my room. Not much, but just enough to get a good idea of what happened.

It was silent between the two of us as we recalled the events from last night... Or as many as I could remember, anyway. 

"Okay, now lemme get to the point... I need to change your bandages. Let's go to the bathroom." RM stated, and I nodded. 

The two of us made our way across the hall to the bathroom, and I sat up on the counter while RM got the supplies. He brought over the damp towel to me, and carefully unwrapped the old bandages from around my arm.