I quickly put on my clothes and ran out of the room, receiving stares from everyone there. I looked over at my phone, reading '20 missed calls from Jinki'. He doesn't know where I am. Those 20 calls? Were they really meant for me?
"Hey Taemin! Come have a smoke with us," a brunette with a cut on his lip said and dragged me there. He looked familiar, just can't figure out what his name is. They passed me a cigarette, eyeing it, deciding if I should or not. "You got hurts right? Promise they'll go away, works every time."
every time?
"I don't think I should-"
"Cmon Taemin, stop being a pussy for once in your life."
He always brings that up right? He was there always bossing me around, telling me what to do got old. When he told me to rob that store, I felt so bad, but I needed the money. I had nowhere to go.
'You got hurts right? Promise they'll go away, works every time'
That's all I want. They don't need to be here anymore.
I took it and inhaled it, slowly feeling dizzy and my vision was messy. At first, it tasted so bad and hurt, but the way it felt was amazing. All of my hurts did go away.
"I knew you weren't a pussy after all, but you really do want nothing to go away right?"
I got so annoyed with hearing his voice, seeing him, and just breathing the same air as him. I felt anger rise up, sending signals up my nerves telling me to just grip my hands on his neck.
"You still got that jellyfish pin, huh? You're fucking pathetic, no wonder you don't have a family. Maybe it's cause' yours probably went to hell for being a junky like you.", he laughed.
My face brightened with anger and lifted up my arms, finally filling my dreams and gripping my hands around his strong neck.
"Taemin, what are you doing!?", he hesitated and muffled. For self defense, he punched my stomach, grabbing the jellyfish pin, and stepping on it. I grabbed a broken bottle and almost swung at him-
"Taemin, you better put that down," Jongin tightly held my wrist, holding it back.
"Wow, you need your fuck buddy to protect you? Fucking gay shit...", he mumbled under his breath.
"Taemin, don't listen to him and especially don't respond to him," Jongin tried to calm me down. It wasn't working at all.
I was close to breaking from his grip, but as soon as I did, I felt my cheek on the cold tiled floor. Jongin had completely knocked me out. "Sorry, I just had to do it," Jongin carried me out, taking me back home.
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Jinki paced around the room, gripping his hair. Jongin walked in and stared at Jinki in worry.
"Where were you guys?! Do you know how much I spent searching for you?", his voice shake, almost at the verge of crying. "I'm sorry, sir..", Jongin layed me down on the sofa, shocked as Jonghyun ran in, catching his breath.
"Did you find him?!", Jonghyun said, his eyebrows raising up.
Jongin just stared at him.
And Jonghyun stared back.
"Holy fuck."
"Uh?"
"You're THE Kim Jonghyun!? Oh my fucking gosh, I was a fucking fan when I was little!! You should totally sign my forehead.", Jongin cheekily smiled.
"Uhm, this is a weird encounter but like, I thought I didn't have any fans? I'm fucking flattered, but your parents would be mad if I poisoned your beautiful forehead, kiddo," Jonghyun nervously said.
"Don't worry, my dad's a huge fan! He wouldn't be mad at all, but my mom- on the other hand, she'll slap me until I land on fucking Mars."
"Then I will not sign your forehead."
"But please take a picture with me! For my dad to believe me since he knows I'm not good at photoshop!", Jongin begged and kneeled down, hugging Jonghyun's leg.
Jonghyun stared at him again and was in deep thought.
"Okay."
"Let's fucking goooo. Can you like make a kissing my cheek pose?", Jongin requested.
At first, Jonghyun was in deep thought once again, thinking if Kibum would get jealous.
"Kid, I'll just hug you. How about that?"
"Okay, Hyung!", Jongin's heart speeded up excitedly and took a lovely and photogenic picture with Jonghyun.
"You know what I just noticed? You look nothing like you did before. Did you lose more weight or gain more?"
Jinki covered Jongin's mouth, interrupting the sweet hug of Taemin and him.
"He didn't mean it, Jonghyun-" "It's fine! I know he didn't.", Jonghyun laughed.
I started to wake up from the loud atmosphere. Jinki rushed towards me, shoving everyone out of the way.
"Oh my gosh, Taemin. Please don't run away again..", Jinki hugged me and I felt wet tears against my shoulder. He's so nice.
How can he love someone so messed up like me?
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Jellyfish | 2MIN FF
Fanfiction- "if you keep living like this, i won't be here for you anymore.."
