Tainted Bloodlines

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Shit, shit, shit! Joon-ah! I can't find the bottle!" Yoongi yells out while he frantically searches around the the small apartment. "It had all of the sample pills in it for Jin hyung!"

"Screw the bottle, hyung. I can't find my car keys!" The younger shouts back, rummaging around in the kitchen on the counter tops.

"I think that bottle of pills is just a bit more important than your stupid car!" Yoongi says, his scarcastic tone starting to sound even more abrasive than usual.

"Hey!" Namjoon stands up straight, turning around to point an accusatory finger at his hyung. "No one calls Camilla stupid!"

"Ahhhhh!" Yoongi yells as he throws a couch cousin onto the ground. "That was all the samples that I had! We need to find that bottle, like, right fucking now!"

The angrier than usual outburst of the older makes Namjoon freeze in his spot. He eyes the silver haired male up and down, taking notice of his labored breaths and the very distinct snarl upon his lips.

"Hyung, I think-"

"WHAT!?!" Yoongi snaps, his chest heaving as he intakes heavy breaths of air.

The younger younger of the two jumps at the angriness found within the question. Namjoon stands there for a moment in silence with shock written across his face. Something doesn't seem right about his friend. Something is very off about the older's character.

"Hyung... W-why don't you sit down for a minute-" Namjoon's body stiffens when Yoongi finally turns to face him head on.

The older's eyes are burning with a firy red hue while sweat pours down from his temples. He tilts his head back, cracking the bones in his neck before focusing his vision onto Namjoon's form. The intensity of his stare makes the younger feel as if he is burning a hole straight through him.

A sudden thought comes to the younger's mind...

"Hyung, how many of those pills did you say that you took?"

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Seokjin twirls the ring of his best friend's precious car keys around his index finger on his right hand, while he studies a bottle of small white pills in his left.

The hybrid had snatched the bottle along with Namjoon's car keys when he made his earlier escape from apartment complex. He now sits outside of the entrance to the corner liquor store, lazily perched on top of the hood of the younger's old Chevy.

He brings a cold beer bottle up to his mouth, tilting his head back as the rim hits his lips. This whole situation is crazy. He feels like everything is a bad dream that he can't wake up from. Why him? Why is he so different?

He sighs to himself before deciding to pop open the top of the pill container and take two of them out. If Yoongi had taken just one and seemed to be fine, taking two should only help him that much more. Right?

Besides, anything would be better than having to experience that again. A sudden flash of memories containing the events that took place inside his cramped bathroom makes him shudder.