You're all so confused, so I thought I'd be nice...

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Jungkook raised an eyebrow, and walked past Jimin, grabbing the package still in his hands. Jimin glanced at me. Jungkook opened the small pack and took out its contents.

“Care to explain?” He asked. I touched my nose as more blood dripped out, looking down. “Jimin?” Jungkook turned.

Jimin offered a small, nervous laugh. “Shit.” I finally said, giving up.

“I honestly thought he’d told you, so don’t go blaming me. Taehyung can’t live without these. It’s an experimental drug that was given to him a couple of years ago. It seems to be working really well.”

“And why does he need them?” Jungkook turned. “No, let me guess. Something to do with your brother.”

“Everything that’s bad about me is related to my brother.” I said flatly.

“So?” He held up the pack.

“I’m addicted to a highly toxic drug that was created about six years ago. Humpty Dumpty, I believe it’s called. It can kill you within a month of use, but it’s so addictive that you can’t stop taking it. A drug was created, but because of the effects, the normal processes of checks were basically abandoned. I’m one of the few who are taking this drug.

“If I stop, I’ll probably die from withdrawal anyway, so I have to take this about every two weeks.”

“And its been?”

“A month.”

“Which also means that you have to take another one.” Jimin said, throwing it at me.

“You could’ve told me earlier.”

“You know the rules.” I sighed and opened it.

“For the most part, the drug is harmless, but it’s also an addicting substance, so even if and when I don’t need it anymore, I’ll still have to keep taking it. And I can’t have any kind of street drug, otherwise it would be really bad. Usually this would help with them, too, but if it were strong enough, I don’t even know what would happen.” I grabbed my belt again and injected myself.

When that was done, I sat on a nearby chair and sighed. “It honestly slipped my mind. Jimin always had to carry these for me because Taemin never let me. He didn’t even know until I wasn’t dead after a month of using.”

“We’re going to discuss this later.” Jungkook said as someone ran into the room. “The both of you.” He added, turning to Jimin as well. He walked away and Jimin grabbed me.

“How could you go without it for a month!”

“It’s fine! Really.”

“Now you have to take it every week for two months!”

“I know! God, I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t feel like I needed it.”

“That’s because you can’t feel the effects. You just don’t wake up one day, and that’s it. I thought you had some on you, so I didn’t ask, but apparently you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”

“Just let me go, Jimin. Geez, I’m sorry, Okay? Let’s go back now.” He released me and we walked back into the room where the man was strapped to the chair. But his neck was adjusted in a funny angle.

“Looks like I’m not needed anymore.” I muttered, turning.

“Geez.” Jimin said, following me out again. “They got done with him rather quickly. Usually we keep them for a couple of days.”

“Not helping.”

“Have you eaten anything yet?”

“No.”

“And you still haven’t had any coffee. Come on.”

“What about Jungkook?”

“He’s busy. I’ll call him later.” He pulled me outside and we headed towards his car. I stopped when I saw it.

“I thought you got a new car.”

“I did, but it’s in the shop. So I have to use this one for a few weeks. Why?” I stared at it numbly.

“I think I’ll wait for Jungkook.” I turned and walked back towards the building.

“Taehyung! Stop being such a baby! It’s not gonna eat you or anything!”

“I can’t...not in that car.”

“Jesus, have you been around wealth so much that you can’t even deal with some old, run down car?”

“No.” I said, turning. “If I would’ve known that you would’ve brought that car, I never would have come outside.”

“What’s so wrong with that car?”