Yoongi POV~

A frozen smile stayed plastered on my face as I dove home after dropping Jimin off at home. 

I can't believe he let me kiss him. Me out of all people. I grinned wider, rubbing my cheekto try and stop grinning; but to no avail. I let out a content sigh and pulled up to my house. My shoulders falling and my smile fading as I see my moms car in the driveway. I park my car and climb out and head inside. 

I step inside as quietly as possible.

"Yoongi is that you?" My mother called from the kitchen. My chest sank into my stomach and I closed my eyes in annoyance. 

"Yes" I said, un-enthusiastically. My mother padded her way out of the kitchen. Her long dark brown hair pulled back into a messy pony-tail. Her smile lines and wrinkles more prominent, due to the upcoming holidays. 

"Where were you out so late?" She crosses her thin arms over her thin frame. 

"Out with friends" I kick off my shoes and hang up my car keys. 

"Doing what?" She raises an eyebrow. 

"Out mom. Does it matter?" I slip off my coat. 

"Yes. You have entrance exams to SKY University soon. Don't you want to get in? You need a good job to take care of your wife when you're older? What about your children? I want grand-kids. Don't you want to take care of them? What about me and your father? Don't you care about us? Don't you love us? We need you to care for us when we're older. You need a good paying job to care for us and your family. I won't allow you to not have a good job." She nagged, her voice getting squeaky and high pitched, making my ears begin to ring. I closed my eyes and covered my ears. 

"Are you listening to me Yoongi?!" She screeched, yanking my hand away from my ear. That was the last straw.

That is it! My mind snapped, releasing the floodgates to hell. 

"No! I am not!" I screamed at her, yanking away from her. She flinched backwards, staring at me in shock. 

"No! I am not taking the entrance exams! I don't want to get in! I don't want a wife when I'm older! I don't want children! I don't want to take care of you and dad when you're older! If you're so worried about it, save fucking money! I don't want to be a CEO, or a doctor, or a lawyer, or any of that shit! I want to make music! Music is the only thing that makes me happy!" I yell. I begin to pant after I am finished yelling. My mother still stared at me in shock. 

"What's all the yelling?" My father called from the top of the stairs. I shake my head and go up the stairs to my bedroom. 

"Where are you going?" He asks. 

"My room" I deadpan, before slamming the door in his face; locking it after. I turn and throw myself onto my bed face first, groaning loudly as possible. Adrenaline still continued to pump through my veins. I needed to calm down before I did something I'd regret. I pushed myself up from my bed and began digging around in my dresser. My heart began racing when I couldn't find the little baggy. I clenched my fists, throwing one into the wall; creating a large hole. Drywall and paint fell off the wall as I pulled my hand out of the hole. My hand was slightly scratched up and bleeding lightly. I clenched and un-clenched my fist, sighing at the ache in my knuckles. 

I unlocked and threw my door open, quickly going down the stairs. My parents were talking on the couch. 

"Yoongi. Come here." My father said. I stopped abruptly and stare at them, both looked worried. 

"What?"

"Your mom heard you say something that concerns us.." He glances at her. 

Really? Are you serious?

"You said you didn't want a wife. Are you having unpleasant thoughts Yoongi? We can get you help for that. You just need to tell us" She says and my father nods. Their faces are full of concern and it makes me sick and my blood begins to boil.

"Are you fucking dense?! Out of everything I said that's the one thing you're concerned with?! Whether if I like  women or not?!" I yell.

"Do not raise your voice at us child! You have no place!" My father yelled back, standing up now. 

"It is my place! The only time you'll listen is if I yell! Parents like you is why this country's teen suicide rate is so high! You don't listen! We don't all want the same job! We all don't have the same dream! We don't all want the same life! You don't care about what we want! All you want is to follow your dream or your thought of success! Well I don't want that! So screw off with your fucking entrance exam!" I yell, before leaving and slamming the door behind me. I jump into my car and drive off quickly, definitely going over the speed limit. I clench my fists on the wheel till my knuckles go white. 

They don't give a shit about me. They just want me to pay their way when I have a job. Screw them. 

I slammed on my brakes as I pulled up to my 'suppliers' house. I got out of my car and quickly walk up to the door, knocking quickly. I wrung my fingers as I waited, adrenaline still bubbling in my system and making me anxious and twitchy. Hoseok opened up after a minute and frowned at me. 

"Yoongi? Why are you here so late?" 

"I-uh. I need more pills. Mine went missing and I don't know how. I had a couple left" 

"I only have tramadols left. I'm out of stock of everything else" He steps aside and lets me in. I step in and kick my shoes off.

"But I have something else that you may like" He smirks and heads off to his bedroom. I frown and follow him quietly. 

"What? I only buy pills from you, that's all I ever need." 

"But this may help you more" Hoseok got into his closet and pulled down a wooden box, getting inside. I pull out my wallet as I wait. Hoseok then pulls out a mini-baggy with, what looked like, stickers inside. They had a little bunny drawn on it. 

"What the hell are those? Stickers?" I laugh lightly. 

"This is acid, my man. This will help you calm down" He smirked menacingly. I sigh and shrug and hand him the money. He gave me the acid and the pills. I shove both into my pocket as Hoseok put the box back. 

"You want to have a beer? I'm watching a soccer game" He heads out of the room. 

"Sure" I follow. 

One beer won't hurt right?

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I stumbled down the street quietly. I don't remember anything after three beers. I felt everything and nothing all at the same time. I could feel the air on my skin, but couldn't feel my skin. My vision was fuzzy and black at the sides, and the middle was very focused and vivid. My brain felt like it was throbbing and rushing. I stumbled and fell against a tree, and began to vomit on the grass. I groaned softly in relief, my body feeling more relieved after. I stood straight and began to walk again. 

I eventually stumbled upon a doorstep, which I don't remember half of the time walking here. I lifted my fist and knocked weakly. I gagged lightly as my stomach swirled and hunched over near the bushes. I held back my vomit and breathed heavy through my nose. The door began to open slowly and I looked up. An older woman was looking down at me. She had short black and grey hair, deep brown eyes and barely any wrinkles. 

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking concerned. 

"Y-Yes ma'am. Is Jimin here?" I ask, standing up straight. 

"Yes...He's upstairs. Let me help you" She grabbed my arm gently and helped me inside the house, shutting the door behind us. 

"Jimin!" She called, helping me onto the couch. She quickly shuffled off towards the kitchen. I carefully pulled off my jacket and set it aside. She returned after a moment and handed me a glass of water. I smile gratefully and chug the water. She smiles back and takes the empty cup after a moment. 

"What mom?" Jimin said groggily as he came downstairs. 

"Your friend is here. He looks sick" His mom said. Jimin frowned and looked over at me and froze momentarily before coming over to me.

"Are you okay Yoongi?" Jimin asks and feels my face gently. 

"Stomach flu I think"I lied. Jimin sighed softly and pulled away gently, grabbing my hand secretly. 

"He can stay here tonight. He can stay on the couch" His mom walked off, getting me a blanket and pillows. I smile and take them gently before she goes back to her bedroom. Jimin rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I barely made it with his help. Jimin guided me to his room. It was very neat and had a couple band posters on the wall, along with a neat desk with a laptop and school supplies. His bed was messy, since he had just woken up along with the teddy bear I won him tonight. 

I smiled softly and gently laid down on the bed, Jimin helping me to lay down properly. I let out a small grunt as my stomach swirled, I curled lightly and held my stomach gently. Jimin crawled in gently and laid next to him. I rolled over and hugged his waist, causing him to still beneath me. He smelt lightly of body wash and cologne. I hummed softly and nuzzled my face into his side, frowning lightly at how thin he felt. I ignored it and held him closer. 

"Mhh, goodnight Jimin" I mumbled and got comfortable. Jimin laid back carefully and gently laid his hand on my head. I smile to myself as Jimin began to pet my head gently, making me hum in content. My body began to quickly relax as I laid with him, the only sound was our breathing. I didn't need alcohol or drugs to be calm when I was with him. And so, I fell asleep calmly next to him.

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Hey guys, I needed to edit cause wattpad messed up for some reason. But I hope you enjoy this longer chapter to make up for my lack of posts recently. I spent most of today typing this and I hope you guys enjoy this. <3 :)