Critique | k.th & j.jk [Discontinued]

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♫ billie eilish - hostage ♪

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the boys grew quiet as jungkook sauntered quickly up the stairs, jimin's wide eyes lingering to his backside before the youngest disappeared. the moment jungkook's body was hidden behind the staircase, jimin snapped back over, a face of utter shock. "what the absolute fuck!" he whispered-shouted. "he really doesn't smoke or drink? that's so fucking lame!"

namjoon shrugged, not minding jungkook's personal restrictions all too much. "let him be, it's his life."

"i just find it crazy he never smoked before, or drank!"

hoseok soon cleared his throat, earning jimin's attention. "he didn't say he never did those things before, all he said was he doesn't do it, there's a difference."

"you're stupid." the other voiced blatantly, his brows furrowing in. "that is not what he said."

"yes it is!" the latter jarred up, his attention averting to the mindful namjoon. "joonie, i'm right, aren't i?"

jimin soon whipped his head over, eager to hear the answer ready to escape joon's lips -- to which he hoped presented similarities to his initial accusation. "hobi's right, he never said he hasn't done it before."

"what!? am i tripping? i could have sworn-"

"no one cares anymore!" the latter, as well as the oldest in the room, blurted out. hoseok reclined back into the tan love-seat, swatting the swarming floral smoke from his face. 

they all continued to pass the blunt around, the majority feeling the superb euphoria 'goldie' gave them while hoseok was about to pass out from the lack of sleep. his now hooded eyes began to droop, the others paying his sulking figure no mind. taehyung sat next to hoseok, resting his elbow against the armrest of the love-seat as his hand supported the weight of his head.

taehyung has had enough to drink and nothing more to smoke. he really didn't want to participate in the group's activity much longer, he more of rather wanted to escape reality but instead, he was stuck in a very conscious state. his thoughts of life trapped him in it's undermining clutches and forever circled the boy's mind. it was tedious to be stuck in the type of mentality taehyung was currently shackled too, it made the boy feel overwhelmed at times but what more could he do when this stigma surrounds his every action?

he felt hopeless at times.

"i hate this." taehyung muttered, staring at the distant staircase jungkook ventured beyond.

jimin was quick to whip his head in the direction of his beloved friend, namjoon soon following after while hoseok was passed out next to taehyung. "what?" jimin pressed, a little worried at taehyung's darker tone.