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Taeyong woke up with a sharp pain in his neck. He slowly put his hand up to feel the stiff spot on his neck as he lifted his head. He massaged the area for a moment until it felt better, and say up from the position he was in.
He was still on the couch, and slowly remembered what happened yesterday. A deep hurt feeling crept up on his heart as Jaehyuns face imprinted itself into his mind. He all the sudden felt bad and guilty, but for what? He shouldn't feel guilty, it was Jaehyuns actions that made him mad. Taeyong reassured himself with positive thoughts.
'Maybe Jaehyun was just tired, maybe he was drained from all the work he's done and the plane ride. Jet lag.' He thought.
He stood from the couch and was about to go into the bedroom the other was in, until his eye caught sight of his bag on the ground. Taeyong pondered for a moment, and then slowly reached down. Picking it up, it felt light weight. However, a certain noise made his pause. He set it down, slowly unzipped, it and looked inside; only to gasp in shock.
Pills. So many pills, empty bottles of beer and even small shots.
'Has Jaehyun been taking drugs?!' Taeyong thought to himself, bewildered.
He quickly shoveled his hand in the bag and grabbed out bottle of the pills; they didn't even have a prescription on them, it was just a bottle of pills. He panicked, Jaehyun wouldn't have taken these if they had no prescription, right? He's not that stupid, right? He looked through all the other pills, bottles and shots. In the end however, didn't get any information, none of them had any information.
"What are you doing?"
Taeyong instinctively dropped the pill bottle I was holding and turned around to find an angry looking Jaehyun. He cursed under his breath for being caught, and felt uneasy at the moment under Jaehyuns piercing gaze.
"Well?! I asked you a question!" He raises his voice and Taeyong flinches a bit at the tone.
"Are you doing drugs?" He squeaked out.
Taeyong stares at Jaehyun, looking for an answer on his face. Trying to find reassurance he wasn't and that this was all just a joke. Unfortunately, the other simply stood there with a straight face. He gave Taeyong the most evilest look he's ever seen, and started walking over. As he did, Taeyong couldn't help but tense up.
"Answer me!" Taeyong cries, feeling the others presence so close he could feel the others anger.
Taeyong kept staring, and staring until his vision got blurry with stinging tears. Jaehyun stopped right in front of Taeyong, and picked up the bottle of pills the other dropped. Taeyong watched him brush off the pills and put it in the bag, zipping it up. He then picked it up and Taeyong heard him 'tsk' before turning his back on him and walking away.
Taeyong quickly gathered himself up and ran over to Jaehyun, grabbing his arm to stop him. The taller looked over his shoulder right at Taeyong, and looked at the boy in disgust. Taeyong has never felt hurt so much by a harsh gaze.
"Y-you shouldn't do drugs Jaehyun, you know what they've done to people! Why are you doing this!" Taeyong dared to raise his voice.
A strong hand gripped mind, pulling it away from the others arm roughly.
"I can do whatever I want!" Jaehyun growled at him and started walking once again, so close to the bedroom he locked himself away last night.
Taeyong refuses to give up, he wanted a clear answer. Quickly, he got infront of him and grabbed the bag he was holding on too.
"Let go Taeyong." He stated, and pulled the bag, along with the lightweight boy with it.
"No!" Taeyong shouted and pulled it back towards him.
"I SAID LET GO!" Both boys started to jerk around with the bag until the zipper finally came undone and the bag ripped into two parts.
Pills came flying out and so did everything else in the bag, including glass shot bottles that broke on the ground. Taeyong looked up at Jae with a sudden boost of confidence, but only regretted it when he had a back of a hand collide with his left cheek. The frail boy instantly fell back at the force of the hit, sitting on the floor. Taeyong slowly looked up in pure shock as he grabbed his cheek, wide eyed.
Jaehyun had slapped him.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU DIRTY SLUT I DONT NEED YOU IN MY BUSINESS!" He yelled at the boy on the ground, grabbing a pill bottle and a shot.
Not a moment later he disappeared into the room only to slam the door and lock it. Leaving Taeyong to sit there on the ground.
He felt hot salty tears rushing down one by one. His cheek was stinging still from the slap and he started crying as he ran into the bathroom and locked the door. He fell into the tub and sobbed his heart out while covering his mouth to prevent any noise from escaping.
He stayed like that the whole day, in a tub full of tears and muffled cries. If Taeyong was being honest, when he stopped crying he had no idea what time it was. All he knew was that he was in a bathtub with a tear stained face and a broken heart. The distressed boy realized something, and slowly crawled out of the bathtub to open a cabinet.
Reaching in pitch darkness, he feels upon bottles until his hand hits a certain thing. Grabbing it, he pulls it out and feels his way back into the tub. He feels around the object, that was a camera, and found the flip opening. Upon opening it, the screen turns on and a the brightness hurts Taeyongs eyes. He curses under his breath as he squints, trying to find the record button. Finding it, he presses the icon and a flash is immediately provided. Taeyong flinches again as his eyes hurt from the sudden brightness.
Gaining back his vision, he stares into the camera to see himself stare back at him. He stares for a moment, seeing his red eyes, tear stained face, messy hair and thin facial structure. When did it become so horrifying to look at himself?
"I don't know what time it is, or what day it is to be exact. Jaehyun came back yesterday..." Taeyong starts in a whisper, trailing off as his train of thought leaves. "He didn't even say hello to me." Taeyong's voice breaks.
The camera was low on battery, a red flashing light proved it. Taeyong just watched it, feeling numb as his cheek pounded with redness.
"He's been doing drugs. I don't know what kind but he's been doing them. Why? I don't know." Taeyong whispers. "He slapped me. He really slapped me." Taeyong whispers, feeling unmotivated to say anymore.
The camera suddenly went black, and the flash turned off. The technology was dead, and Taeyong only frowned upon this. Unmoving, he sat there in darkness.
"What the hell did I do?" Taeyong whispers in a unsteady tone, almost on the verge of tears again.
He closes the flip to the camera, and hugs it against his chest. He lets his body fall slowly to his right, feeling as the cold bathtub meets with his soft skin. He doesn't close his eyes though, not tired as he just lays there in silence. The silence killing him slowly.
