He's Insane <(Taehyung+Jungkook FF)> 《discontinued》

~11~

"I see those eyes, Rosie." Baekhyun says as he leaned against her desk.

She snapped out of her gay gaze, or her gayze. "Shit- damn it, Baekhyun. Don't sneak up on me like that."she said with an annoyed sigh.

"I see your eyes wandering to Jisoo. Are you sure it's her blouse?" Baekhyun asked her teasingly, nudging her.

"Ugh, I'm not fucking gay. I swear, her blouse just looks really pretty, and flowy, and her body looks great under it- fuck." Rosé realized her words and slammed her head against the table.

Bakhyun laughed as he patted her head. "There, there, my little lovebird."

Rosé groaned and shook his hand off.

+

Lisa sat in the passenger seat, quiet. She looked to the left out the window, looking at Jennie lighting her cigarette.

Lisa sighed and she opened her car door. She got out of the car and closed the door gently behind her. She walked around to see Jennie, exhaling the smoke. She stood next to her and looked down at the lake near the road. Lisa held out her fingers to Jennie.

Jennie placed her cigarette in between Lisa's fingers, not even looking over to her.

Lisa inhaled and exhaled. "How do the pills make you feel? You know, when you're sad and you just open up the container. Is there just, a certain feeling of ecstasy when you feel the pills go down your throat? Does it feel good somehow?" She asked, breathing out the smoke as she spoke.

Jennie tilted her head to the side. "It's just the feeling you get from it. The lightheaded feeling, the little voices I start to hear, it's always really dark but colorful. Just, the feeling of damaging myself feels great."

Lisa nodded as she passed the cigarette back, resting her head on Jennie's shoulder. Smelling the scent of the tobacco fill the air, the same scent that brings her home.

"You know, Lisa," she began. "at your age, vulnerability is high. You don't know how to deal with certain feelings. You can't cope with them. Sure, your only seven, but you can probably wonder why I'm telling you this." She spoke to her, exhaling the smoke.

Lisa cocked her head to the side. "Well, I always hear you and daddy yelling downstairs... is it about that?"

Her mom chuckled. "We never want you to hear us fighting. I never want you to have to go to grandma's house all the time because they don't feel you're safe. I never want to put it you in a bad position. Or, perhaps, a dangerous one. I want you safe." She said to Lisa, looking at her, tears building up. "And yes, it is about me and daddy yelling." Her mom whispered as she wiped her eyes, but the tears still managing to fall down her glassy skin.

Lisa quivered.

"Mommy, why are you crying?"

"Mommy?"

"Mommy, please stop crying. I'm here. Hugs!"

"M-Mommy? Please talk to me. Why are you sniffing so much?"

"P-Please! Mommy, t-talk to me! Here's a, uh, a tissue! P-Please!"

"Talk to me, m-mommy. What's wrong?"

"Did I,"

"Did I d-do something wrong?"

"Mommy?"