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Taeyong was laying down on his bed in his big room. He just laid there, feeling nothing but hurt. His heart hurt and he hurt all over. He didn't know why Jaehyun was being like this, he didn't know why Jaehyun was taking drugs, he didn't know why Jaehyun slapped him, he didn't know. He felt completely lost, so many questions yet none of them were being answered.

Jaehyun had left even before Taeyong could wake up, and without second thought left him in the tub. Now he's in their room, but in all honestly he didn't know if he could say theirs anymore. He's been there since morning, and hasn't even tried to get up. Last night he passed out from exhaustion from crying so much. This morning he stumbled to his bedroom and got into bed, covering himself in his warm blankets. A small bruise had formed itself on his cheekbone from Jaehyuns slap.

It was now 3pm in the afternoon and he still didn't feel like getting up. He hasn't eaten all day and his stomach urned for food and water. His mouth felt dry, but he didn't care. He was to busy thinking, thinking of reasonable explanations to why Jaehyun had come back like he did. He thought so much that he had a headache that whole morning from thinking so hard.

He wanted to go out, and curse at Jaehyun. He wanted to tell Jaehyun off and even hit him back, but he couldn't. He couldn't risk Jaehyun leaving him. Ever since Jaehyun and him got together his mom kicked him out, and now he doesn't have a job or anywhere else to stay but with Jaehyun. Jaehyun has always been there for him, and he thought he always would be.

He guesses he was wrong.

His eyes stung from so much crying, and his body was drained from lack of energy. He wanted to cry again for all he knows, but in the end his eyes slowly gave up on him and fell back to sleep once again.

It was past midnight as Jaehyun got home, going to bed right off the bat from his job. In specific, a meetup with a few of his friends.

Jaehyun woke up with a major headache and phone ringing. Blindly reaching for his phone on the bed side table he ended up knocking off the alarm clock. He cursed under his breath and snatched his phone up as he clicked the green button. 

"What?!" He questioned angered.

"Mr. Jung, hello this is your doctor, Mr. Himsworth." He said formally.

"And?" He asked annoyed while yawning.

"I was calling to inform you that the prescriptions your taking are not official, we are sorry but we can no longer give you more until we get the right prescription-" The man was cut off before he could finish.

"What?! Why not?! They're working perfectly fine!" Jaehyun objected into the phone while sitting up.

"Mr. Jung this is not personal but your pills and other prescriptions might have taken affect on you, please listen-"

"I don't need to listen to your bullshit! Leave me the hell alone!" He yelled and tossed his phone on the other side of the bed.

He groaned and got up from bed. Quickly, he went to check his bag to see how much pills and shot doses he had left. Turns out there was only one. Jaehyun growled and kicked the bag as empty bottles came flying out. He then stumbled to the bathroom and dripped the liquid in the last shot, and stabbed it into his arm, releasing the liquid into his body. He cursed as he felt the needle go into his skin. He threw it on the ground and almost immediately felt the sensation of a high approaching. Unsteadily, he walked out of his bedroom and pressed a button on the wall.

"Hello Master Jung-" A electronic tone answered.

"Get me a Uber to the nearest club. Immediately." Jaehyun grumbled.

"Yes Sir, but-"

He let go of the button not letting his 'assistant' finish as he wobbled downstairs and tumbled into the living room. He quickly got myself together as he shook his head and looked where he was. Slowly, he walked to the door holding onto the nearest wall. His hand was hovering over the door knob until he heard a small voice behind him speak.

"Jaehyun, where are you going?"