Seoul's Private School For The Mentally Impaired | J.JK X BTS

-5-

after a few minutes of ms. choung telling hoseok reassuring things to calm him down, she was now darting her head towards her next victim.

"yoongi, you can go next." she spoke and jungkook could tell he had been giving her trouble since the first day. the blonde sighed as he sat up straight in his seat before speaking up.

"i set a church on fire." he told it straight, almost as if he had no remorse. "may i ask why?" ms. choung pried as she continued to write down things in her notebook that was placed on her lap. the classroom was small and everyone was sat in a circle.

"i was with a couple of friends.. we were on a lot of drugs.." he said as he scratched the back of his neck as his eyes fixated on the floor. was that, shame? jungkook thought.

a few weeks ago...

"where the fuck are you?? hurry up!" yoongi aggressively ordered his friend over the phone to just bring over their drugs. it was now 9pm, he had spent all of his and his mom's money on this shit, he was taking to long!

he only half listened to his friend's explanation, only paying attention when he said he's on his way and won't be much longer. yoongi hung up quickly after before
pacing back and forth in his room, he hasn't been high on anything since last night and he needed his daily fix. he been going through cigarette after cigarette trying to get some type of buzz, but the visions are still there..

he thought he could avoid them. he tried his hardest to imagine that they weren't there. the headaches came back, his vision blurred as the whispers returned.

'it's all an illusion'

they didn't sound like people, it sounded like a group of noises banded together to make words. it was horrifying, yoongi covered his ears and he tried to block them out.

'it's not real. nothing's real'

where was minjun? he needed to get here fast, it won't leave him alone.

'only the pills have the power to see reality'

"shut up! shut up shut up shut-!" his yelling was interrupted by the sound of his phone. it was minjun, he was finally here. yoongi quickly picked up the phone, "come outside loser, i'm here." his friend said, the blonde quickly gathered himself before he could even respond with an 'okay', quickly slipping on his shoes as if he was on a time limit.

he walked into the living room, his mother and father sat at the couch with an angry look on their faces, yoongi scoffed it off before he tried to make an exit, but was quickly stopped before he could make it to the door.

"min yoongi stay right there." his father said sternly. yoongi rubbed his face in frustration.

"did you steal money from my purse? again? yoongi we will not tolerate having a thief and an addict in our household. we've told you over and over again that your actions will put you somewhere you don't wanna be!" his mother scolded him and it only agitated him even more. he didn't have to stand here and listen to this.

"fuck i don't have time for this right now! i have somewhere to be." he turned towards the door again before his father grabbed his arm aggressively, yoongi scowled at him as he felt his temper rise.