ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ

twenty-five

Jay was panting. And his skin glistened even from the silhouette of his frame. He had a bad dream.

Tae. Hyungie.

It was a few minutes past midnight. A new day.

Oh.

He began to climb out of the bed he was in, wrapped like a burrito in those blankets. He didn't know who's room it was, but it certainly wasn't his. He looked to his right when his feet touched the carpeted floor and almost startled.

There was a figure laying down on the other side of the bed, almost unmoving save for his back rising up and down steadily. And immediately Jay came to his senses.

He wasn't in Taehyung's house. He was in his own. The irony.

Near him, the figure turned to face the other side comfortably in his sleep, his face now directly ahead of Jay. Even from the gloominess of the room, Jay could faintly see the slight frown in Seokjin's face, as if reprimanding him.

He whimpered. It suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Jay tiptoed to the bathroom outside the room, careful of not waking the older up. Reaching out to the door handle was no longer a barricade.

Because a week ended today.

Once Jay was inside the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face scrunched up, grimacing at the sight of a fully grown man looking as if he were about to throw a tantrum. No, this wasn't right.

Without thinking twice, Jay reached out to the cabinet on his top right and started rummaging through the soaps and loofas it contained, hopefully feeling a small container about the size of his palm. This went on for a few minutes before Jay decided he couldn't find it there.

Frustrated, Jay reluctantly slipped out of his headspace and continued searching, his maturity chipping in. He still couldn't find it though.

He began feeling for every other cupboards in the bathroom, even chancing a small glance at the toilet bowl as a naïve attempt. But it turned out he's turned the place upside down and his bottle of damned pills were nowhere to be seen. Panic rushes over himself.

"Shit," Jungkook hisses, running a hand through his hair. He leaned forward on the sink to support himself.

Where the fuck has he placed it? If he'd misplaced it by any chance, surely it couldn't have voyaged that far from him, right?

Then a thought hit him.

Kookie?

No baby, Jungkook. Jungkookie. Kookie.

He really didn't want to believe it.

Jungkook's eyes widened albeit its' roundness, slowly shifting his gaze over to where his reflection stood in the mirror.

He thought he looked a lot different ever since he's taken those pills. His eye bags were more prominent, and he looked a little skinnier as compared to the chubby cheeks he once had. The one thing he recognised was that face.

The same face who always had trouble trying to find himself.

Jungkook let out a whimper because he couldn't keep it in. He slowly let go of the counter and sat on the cold floor, his back against the door.

Seokjin knows. Namjoon knows.

Jungkook resisted the urge to bite through his bottom lip.