Ketamine: This drug is categorized as a "dissociative anesthetic." Short- and long-term effects include: increased heart rate and blood pressure, nausea, vomiting, numbness, depression, amnesia, and hallucinations. Ketamine can be used as a date-rape drug.

Yoongi.

"Taehyung! It's Yoongi, open up!" My fist collided over and over again on the wood door of Taehyung's apartment.

Jungkook was restlessly standing behind me, continuously calling Taehyung, only getting nothing in response.

"Shit, fuck," Jungkook groaned as he tried again.

I inhaled a sharp breath before searching for my wallet. I frowned when my pockets were empty except my keys.

"Kook, please tell me you have your wallet."

He searched his pockets, cautiously handing me his wallet.

I opened it, pulling out the first card I could find, and wedging it between the door's lock and the door frame.

"Dude, what the fuck? That's my debit card!" Jungkook whined, making me scoff.

"Do you want me to rescue your friend, or do you want us to wait to see if he opens the door?"

Jungkook swallowed before nodding to the door.

With a little more manuvering, the door swung open with a thud. I tossed the card directly into Jungkook's grasp and entered Taehyung's apartment.

With Jungkook's help, we searched every room, until we met up once more in the living room.

"Well, this is not good," Jungkook stated.

I smacked his chest. "No shit!" I gripped my hair slightly as my mind scavenged for ideas. "Wait," I said, catching Kook's attention. "Where were you two meeting?"

Jungkook pulled out his phone and dialed up the address. He smiled when it was only a five minute walk.

"Thank God. Maybe he is still there, or nearby. Let's go."

••••

Jungkook.

As we neared the arcade, loud sounds made us stop in our tracks. We listened closely, Yoongi holding a finger up to his lips to signal the need to be quiet.

The sound was heard again, making my eyes go large.

"That sounds like Tae." I whispered it, careful not to draw attention to ourselves.

Yoongi nodded, as if he agreed. His eyes scanned our surroundings, searching for Taehyung, or where he might be hiding.

I cleared my throat softly, getting Yoongi's attention as I pointed down an alley.

I took in a sharp breath before beginning to walk down the dark alley. The brick walls lining the alleyway were covered in graffiti.

The sounds from Tae grew louder as we got further into the alley.

"Fuck, keep going," Taehyung cried, making my breath stop as I looked next to a dumpster.

There he was, riding on top of some strange man. There was a satchel next to the man, and his eyes were bloodshot. I immediately understood the situation.

I cleared my throat, making Taehyung turn to look at me. His eyes grew wide before he reached for his jeans, standing up and quickly putting them on.

I glanced at the man Taehyung had been on, immediately covering my eyes. "Can you, uh, put your dick away please?"

The man merely hummed before I heard a zipper. I peeked through my fingers, seeing that the coast was clear. I sighed.

"Tae, what the fuck?"

He merely giggled, stumbling over his feet, falling onto the cement ground.

"Oh dear God," Yoongi breathed out, getting Taehyung's attention.

"It's Yoongiiiiiiii!" He sang with another giggle.

"Taehyung," Yoongi spoke clearly and gently. "Are you high?"

The man who was caught with Taehyung scoffed. "We were getting there."

Yoongi pressed two fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Okay, you, sir, are not fucking helping."

Taehyung managed to stand up, with the support of the brick wall.

I glanced at Yoongi before releasing a sigh of relief. "He's not high. He's drunk."

Yoongi hummed, indicating that he understood. "Let's take him home."

"Noooo!" Taehyung whined, crossing his arms.

I made myself take in a deep breath before walking closer to Taehyung, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Taehyung-ah, don't you want to go home, take a bath, put on some soft pajamas, and go to sleep?"

The male pouted. "I want drugs."

The man with Taehyung stood up. "See? He wants to stay with me. He was working off the price of the drugs!"

Anger filled my veins. I closed the distance between me and the stranger, slamming him against the wall.

"You agreed to letting him get some drugs if he lets you fuck him?" The man nodded. I shoved him against the brick wall once more. "You fucking sicko! He is a recovering drug addict! Not to mention that he's drunk, and you're not, so you just raped him."

The man scoffed. "He was the one begging for it. Not my fault he's such a cock slut."

My fist collided with his jaw, my eyes burning red. I landed a few more punches before I was yanked off the man.

Yoongi gripped my shoulders as he spoke calmly. "The cops got him, Kook."

My eyebrows scrunched together as I turned around, seeing police officers taking the stranger away in handcuffs.

There was a cop talking to Taehyung, obviously annoyed that Tae was uncooperative.

I cleared my throat as I walked over.

"Sorry for the disturbance, officer."

He sighed, facing me. "Your friend here is no help. Care to tell me what happened?"

•••••

*shrugs as if she isn't responsible*