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"Nothing but time to killSipping life from bottles"

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"Nothing but time to kill
Sipping life from bottles"

"Kookie, I'm home." I yelled as I entered our shared apartment. Jungkook always comes home an hour before me.

I went to the couch and flung myself onto it, moving around until I found a comfortable position. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

I soon felt a weight on my lab. I opened my eyes and saw Jungkook sitting on me. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

My smile faded. "Why aren't you smiling back?"

"I don't feel like smiling right now." Jungkook said, picking at the bottom of his hoodie.

"But you always smile back," I say, more as a question than a statement.

Jungkook shook his head. "I haven't been smiling back in a while now. You just haven't noticed." He must be joking. Of course I would notice if my boyfriend does not smile back at me

"Really?" I questioned. "Why not? What's bugging you?"

"Nothing bugging me, Tae. I'm fine." I lifted and eyebrow. "I promise, I'm fine, Tae." Jungkook said.

I nodded and pulled him closer to my chest. I didn't want to press him further if he wasn't going to answer anyways. There is no reason to argue.

I slipped my hand between his hoodie and shirt. Wanting to pull it off so he wouldn't feel too hot. Jungkook stopped me from doing it.

"Not today," he said, removing my hands from him.

"But you're wearing something underneath," I said, slightly saddened by the fact that I could not help my boyfriend

"Not today, Tae." Jungkook stood up and left me alone on the couch.

[3rd person from this point on]

Jungkook walked down the hallway and entered his room. He lie on the floor, moving things around under his bed until he pulled out a box. He opened the lid revealing a bunch of alcohol bottles.

He pulled one of them up, unscrewed the lid and tipped it down his throat. Emptying the whole bottle at once.

He leaned his head back against the bed, feeling dizzy. He felt sweat mix with the tears that ran down his face.

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