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Jungkook languidly glanced over his shoulder, revealing a hazy and unfocused Taehyung as Jimin stared at the both of them. "Out! Out! Get out," Jimin yelled towards Jungkook, swinging his heavy backpack wildly in Jungkook's direction. Jungkook hastily pulled away from Taehyung, jumping off the bed as he dodged Jimin's backpack being thrown at him and sprinted down the hallway and out of sight.

Jimin stared daggers down at Taehyung, yanking the younger male off the bed in a hasty manner. "Tae! What do you think you are doing?! You were clean! You were going to get out of here and see your parents again! Why are you doing this now?!" he cried out his question, anger blatantly apparent in his voice as he stared at Taehyung's disheveled appearance.

Taehyung glanced down at his feet, his eyes hazy and his mind dazed as he glanced back up at Jimin. He offered a dazed smile as he wrapped his blankets around his body to hide his disgusting and dirty pants. "I just needed more time. I wanted to stay here a little longer," he stated with the same dazed smile. "I- I have to get more acquainted with Jungkook, Minnie. Th- There's something about him that draws me to him, like a moth drawn to a flame," he added, picking the part of the sheet that dragged up off the floor to walk towards their conjoined bathroom. "I think it's fate Jungkook and I met."

"You're fucking high, Taehyung. You're delusional and only making a fool of yourself. Now, quit while you're ahead. Your parents miss you," Jimin announced before throwing himself on his bed with an annoyed sigh. Taehyung glared over his shoulder at Jimin's words, his heart aching at Jimin's unusually harsh words. He sniffled softly from the bathroom, his high suddenly crashing down on him at Jimin's bluntness. "Well, I'm not the one that fucks his boy toy in front of his sleeping roommate," he cried irate and stormed forward towards the bathroom door.

Taehyung slammed the bathroom door just as Jimin was climbing out of his bed and heading towards the bathroom to address Taehyung's outburst. It only dawned on him that his words may have been too harsh as he worried about what he'd said to Taehyung moments before. Jimin cautiously walked over towards the bathroom door, rapping softly on the hard wood of the crooked door. "Tae, I'm sorry," he started, pressing his other hand against the door to try and jar it open. He had no such luck and figured Taehyung was sitting with his back against the door. "It's just your parents were excited to see you and now... Now they're going to have to wait for several more months again while you get clean."

Taehyung smacked the door with his open hand, still sniffling as he lowered his head onto his knees. He felt his breathing halt painfully as he quickly stretched his legs out in front of him and tilted his head back onto the door. A low groan of indescribable pain escaped Taehyung's lips as he clutched his chest, trying to take deep even breaths. He glanced around, realizing his inhaler was still on the small table beside his bed as he struggled to breathe properly.

"Tae! Tae, open the door," Jimin shouted, yanking on the wobbling doorknob. He knew Taehyung's asthma was probably acting up as he heard a loud thud from just behind the door. "Tae," Jimin shouted once more, ramming his muscular shoulder hard into the door. The door itself wouldn't budge, but the center cracked and slowly collapsed under Jimin's forceful shoulder as he continued to ram his body fully against the door. He broke more pieces down, shoving his fists through the flimsy center before he poked his head through the hole he'd created to check on Taehyung.

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Jungkook grumbled under his breath as he kicked dust bunnies down the hallway that he trudged through, heading for the room he shared. He'd wanted far more from Taehyung and wanted more time to fool around even more, but Taehyung's roommate had to ruin the whole mood. He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to drag his feet, obviously upset that things with Taehyung didn't go the way he wanted. Next time, he'd make sure and double check that they had lubricant, wondering what sex with Taehyung would feel like since he really enjoyed the other male's sensual and tempting expressions.

Jungkook groaned softly under his breath, just thinking about the expressions Taehyung displayed moments before sent tingles straight to his groin once again. He sighed loudly, glancing down at his semi- hard on that slowly twitched to life with each of Jungkook's passing thoughts.

He shook his head to distract himself and continued to wander down the long corridor, his steps slowing as he randomly looked up to start counting the ceiling tiles. He counted silently to himself in boredom and distraction as he walked, his eyes brushing over the popcorn on each tile.

He was too immersed in watching the popcorn on the ceiling, each weird little speck of bumpy spackle reminding him of an insect. He was counting and staring at millions of insects, motionless on the ceiling tiles. He felt his skin start to crawl as he imagined those insects falling onto him and itched heavily at his arm before wildly swinging his body around to get the nonexistent bugs off of him.

Jungkook continued to flail wildly, trying to get all of the invisible insects off of him. It was now in his uninhibited mind that millions of tiny legs were crawling across his skin and burrowing into his flesh. Inching their way through the inside of his body and making cozy nests for their young larvae.

He slammed into a wall with his shoulder, a loud, shrill scream echoing throughout the empty hall as he frantically smacked at his arms, legs, and torso to kill the creepy crawlies. In his endeavor to be rid of these bugs, he began to dig his nails into his skin and peel his flesh from his arms in frantic strips.

People were starting to peek out of their rooms to see what had happened and see why someone was screaming. Jungkook continued to flail about on the floor, raking his nails harshly across his reddened and bleeding arms to repel any insects he felt crawling on him. "They're- They're everywhere! Get them off of me," he screamed, looking for someone to help him. Although, no one really knew what he needed help with as they tried to calm his raging psychotic break before it progressed into a more serious phase.

People had been hospitalized for nervous break downs before, especially if they were an attendee of this reform school. Although this was a school to reform ill behaved and misguided youth, they still had a very aggressive drug problem within the ranks of students. They could never completely eradicate that problem, no matter how many drug searches and inspections the students were subjected to perform.

Jungkook grabbed the ankle of a familiar face, silently pleading with this person to help him in any way possible as he violently wriggled along the ground. Hoseok knelt down beside him, trying to assess the situation before noticing that Jungkook's pupils were dilated beyond normal. Realizing this was a drug induced psychotic episode, he shook his head in disdain before sighing softly as he called down the corridor for help. He hoped that the warden, nurse, principal, or any one of the numerous teachers would hear him.

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Jungkook blinked his eyes open several times as he glanced from one bright, white bland wall to another until his gaze landed on a closed beige curtain. He went to move his arm to peek around that curtain, only to realize he was strapped down tight to a gurney. He glanced from side to side, tilting his head up slightly to see that his shoulders, arms, wrists, torso, legs, and ankles had all been firmly and securely strapped down to this bed.

He threw his head back into the pillow, sighing heavily as he glanced towards his right side to stare at the drawn curtain once more. He could hear a machine behind it, helping someone breathe, and could make out a faint silhouette, but he could not determine who it was behind the curtain. He grumbled quietly to himself about how loud the machine was to him, but he mentioned nothing to the nurse as he laid there. He stared up at the bright, white tiled ceiling and hummed softly to himself as he counted the speckles on each tile out of sheer boredom.

He didn't know when he was going to be let out of this predicament, but either way, he wouldn't have anything to do but head to his dorm room. His fun with Taehyung had been cut severely short by his roommate and he was certain he wasn't going to be allowed back there for a while. He groaned loudly to himself as he threw his head back into the pillow several times over, bored out of his mind.

If he could at least use his hands he could fidget with the seams of his pants or even the cloth of the sheets beneath him, but he couldn't even do that much right now. He glanced over when he heard the person behind the curtain whimper softly before coughing profusely into something. Jungkook tried to tilt his head back, thinking the whimper sounded awfully familiar, but he wasn't absolutely sure about that either. He wanted to be sure as he tried to catch a glimpse of the person beyond that curtain, but the nurse had this person covered well. He could see no part of the person on the other side and sighed with exasperation before throwing his head back into the pillow again.

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Taehyung coughed softly as the mask around his face pumped air into his lungs, helping him to take deeper breaths and get more oxygen circulating within his body. He stared up at the bright tile ceiling before turning over on his side with the mask still on. His treatment was almost done, but the nurse wanted him to finish his breathing treatment before he would even consider letting Taehyung leave.

He could see a silhouette of someone laying on a bed on the other side of the curtain and was grateful the nurse knew to keep his privacy. His parents didn't want anyone in that school knowing how bad his asthma really was or that it affected his heart. He rolled back over onto his back as he waited for the treatment to be over. He folded his hands together and tucked them under his head, taking a deep breath from the mask.

He remained silent as the dead, while he continued to glance over at the other person's silhouette. It seemed vaguely familiar to him, but in a sense, completely unfamiliar at the same time. He rolled back over onto his side and tilted his head up when he heard the annoying sound of the hose sucking nothing but plastic and empty space now.

He turned the machine off, pulling the mask away from his face as he held it out to the male nurse. "You sure you feel better now?" he asked, steadying Taehyung to his feet as he helped him out of the bed. Taehyung nodded vigorously with a boxy smile. "You bet," he whispered, hoping the other person hadn't heard him. Most people could tell him apart from anyone else at this school, just by his deep voice.

He gave the nurse a quick thumbs up before taking his leave out the side door, so that the other person would not see him there. Jimin immediately popped up in front of Taehyung, waiting by the side of the door for Taehyung when he was finished. "How do you feel now? Better? You had me worried sick when you collapsed," Jimin stated, sighing with relief when he saw Taehyung.

Taehyung chuckled softly as they continued to walk down the dim corridor. "Yeah, I'm fine. I would have been fine if you'd just given me a few puffs from my inhaler as well," he added, leisurely walking beside Jimin. "Besides, I think it was only because my heart rate was up," he admitted, his face heating up with embarrassment as he recalled his encounter with Jungkook. "I mean... I was really embarrassed you caught us like that... B- but I also really like Jungkook too..."

Jimin sighed exasperated as he glanced at Taehyung with serious and piercing eyes. "Tae... You've just met him. How do you know you like him so much already? You're moving too fast," Jimin noted, glancing up at the taller male. "Plus, he can't be a good influence if he's got you doing drugs again."

Taehyung quickly shook his head, staring at Jimin with large doe eyes that held a deep sorrow behind them. "Minnie, you don't seem to understand... I don't have a lot of time left here, I wanted to prolong my stay to become more acquainted with Jungkook. Which would also be why I made the decision to move quickly and deliberately take drugs again... I miss my parents, yes. I also know that they'll understand."

Jimin sighed softly as he patted Taehyung's shoulder tenderly, his expression unreadable as he turned his attention back towards Taehyung. "I just hope you know what you're doing. I'll let you do what you want because I know it's important to you to find someone who will love you as unconditionally as you love them. I just think you're looking in the wrong place..."

Taehyung sighed softly, the deep sorrow returning to his eyes as he nodded melancholically. "I don't know if that's going to happen though... I don't think Jungkook likes me all that much anyway... I may as well give up now, since my days are already numbered," he whispered bitterly, biting his quivering lower lip. "Mom and dad will just have to find someone to inherit their company and everything else," Taehyung whispered once more, sniffling as tears welled up in his eyes.

Jimin smacked his arm harshly, forcefully grabbing Taehyung's attention as Jimin glared up at him with conviction. "Where's your positivity? Where's your determination? You were damned and determined to find someone who would love you that you could love with all your heart! You will find that person, I'm sure of it," Jimin stated firmly, hoping that Jungkook was not the person Taehyung was seeking.

Dumbfounded by Jimin's sudden outburst, Taehyung nodded slightly as they walked back towards their room. "You're right," Taehyung noted softly, smiling to himself as they continued to walk. Taehyung knew he needed to remain positive in this situation or he would become utterly helpless once again. He couldn't let that happen again or he'd never see his parents again. Taehyung nodded in determination as Jimin unlocked the door to their dorm and Taehyung laid down on his bed, wanting to relax in silence.