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[29]

[29]

[Jungkook]

"Hey, Kookie." Said Hoseok for the nth time this hour, adding to my pile of frustrations.

Ever since the revelation about Jimin, the world's been just a little more dull. Not only that, after the news of my marriage to Lisa, the press have been up my ass like an egg in a chicken. I haven't been able to leave the house which left me to be alone with this piece of shit for three days, "What."

He seemed to not notice my harsh tone since his heart shaped smile didn't wipe off his face. He was laying on my bed lazily and I was sitting in my large, leather chair, holding my head in my hands.

"I read somewhere that water fixes all of our problems!" He sat up with a very happy expression on his face, his now vibrant red hair hurting my eyes, "Wanna lose weight? Drink water. Wanna clear your face of any pimples? Drink water. Tired of your man? Drown him in water. Have yellow pee—"

"Shut the fuck up." I filed through clenched teeth and tight fists, "SHUT THE FUCK UP."

His happy expression morphed into one of fear and confusion, "Jungkook?"

"Don't say my fucking name." I lifted my head from my hands to glare daggers at him hatefully, "You are such an annoying piece of shit. You don't know how to leave someone a-fucking-lone."

His terrified look slowly turned into one of anger, "You don't know one thing about me, Jungkook."
 
"Oh yeah? I know that you're an ostentatious, clingy prick who doesn't even know how to do his damn times tables or tie his own damn shoes. I know that you're so fucking awkward that you try to 'fit in' by telling your God awful jokes. I know—"

"Fuck you, Jungkook." Hoseok stood up from my bed and stepped backwards towards my door, still facing me with that same expression of hate. He shot me one last detestable look before running out of my room, slamming my door loudly, arousing a pounding headache within me.

"Shit."

[Hoseok]

Fuck. Shit.

"Leaving so soon, young master Jung?" Asked an elderly woman who's face I couldn't decipher because of my fast speed.

My heart sped up uncontrollably, scaring me to a height that I haven't felt in a long time.

"Shit.. Fuck.."

My feet are definitely moving under me.. but why can't I feel them..?

After I made my way down the stairs and through the large double doors that led outside, I jumped into my car and fumbled around.

Holy shit... where are they?

I looked in my glove compartment, my cup holder, and the backseat.

"..where the fuck are they..?" A lump was stuck in my throat, blocking my airway so I couldn't breathe.

I finally found them under my seat and I immediately confirmed that they were what I was looking for.

PAXIL (PAROXETINE HCI TABLETS)

I quickly popped two of the large, green antidepressant pills into my mouth, dry swallowed, and laid back in the driver's seat with closed eyes as the lump in my throat suppressed slowly. My heart began to slow down and my body ultimately relaxed.

"..that was.. so close." I muttered tiredly.

A vibration sounded in my pocket and caused a jolt in my body. It scared me a lot since the pills haven't kicked in yet but I didn't fail to take my phone out of my pocket and look at the caller ID.