Methadone: This drug is designed to change the way your brain and nervous system respond to pain so that you feel relief. It is a common pain reliever, and it is often prescribed to help those going through opioid withdrawals. It is highly addictive.

Jungkook.

"I have a date with Hoseok this weekend, Kook!" Yoongi told me with a large smile on his face.

I chuckled and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Congrats, Yoongs! You've been crushing on him for a long ass time."

"Yeah like two years. It took me that damn long to not be dependent on cigarettes. Speaking of which, where is yours?"

I sighed. "I'm really trying to stop. But dammit I miss my cigarettes."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You? You're actually trying to quit? What is wrong with you?"

I gave a small laugh, opening my mouth to respond when I saw a familiar name flash on the screen of my phone. "Oh, hold on." I swiped to accept the call. "Taehyung?"

The other line was silent except for ragged breathing and whining.

"Taehyung? Talk to me." Yoongi gave me kissy faces from across the table making me smack him.

Taehyung's voice shook as he spoke. "I-My whole body hurts. I-I-I'm freezing."

I nodded. "That's the withdrawal."

"No s-shit. I-W-What do I d-do?" Taehyung's voice was devoid of all emotion.

I hummed in thought for a second before answering. "Just try to sleep."

"What if I don't want to s-sleep?"

I sighed. "What do you want to do then?"

Yoongi checked his watch and groaned. I waved a hand to shush him, a faint smile on my lips.

"I want to snort this cocaine spread out on my coffee table."

My eyes widened and I jumped out of my chair, motioning for Yoongi to pay for our food. He followed along, dropping money on the table and we raced to his car.

"Taehyung, where are you? What's the address?"

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After knocking on the door several times, I decided to test the handle, sighing in relief when it opened immediately.

"Taehyung-ah? It's Jungkook."

The apartment was quiet, making the place feel eerie.

As Yoongi and I walked down the hallway into the open space, I began to hear rustles of movement.

"Taehyung?" I called again, freezing in my steps when I saw the male with a blade, combining the white powder on his coffee table. "Don't do it, Taehyung. You've come so far."

"It's been two fucking weeks. I-I'm not strong enough.... You said it yourself."

Yoongi took a few small steps to the table before picking the whole table up and moving it carefully away from Taehyung.

"No! The male shouted, throwing the small blade at Yoongi. My hyung hissed as it drew a small bit of blood from his shoulder blade. "Give it back! Just let me fucking die! I deserve it!"

I crouched in front of Taehyung and cupped his face with my hands. "Tae, none of that is true."

His soft, tear-filled eyes met mine.

I sat all the way down on the floor, my back against the couch, and I pulled him into my lap.

"You don't deserve to die. You deserve to live." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I know I said you weren't strong, but you are! You called me instead of going ahead with what your mind wanted you to do. Now that shows incredible strength. Don't you think, Yoongi?"

"Oh, sure!" Yoongi said as he was pressing a towel against the wound on his shoulder.

"See? You can do this! If my weak ass can do it, I know you can. We just have to get you through another week or so and the toughest part will be over, hmm?"

He nodded as his head dropped onto my shoulder. I rubbed a hand up and down his arm to soothe him until I heard quiet snores.

I set him down gently and stood up, placing Taehyung carefully on the couch before facing Yoongi.

"Let me try to find something to patch you up." I whispered, afraid to wake the exhausted male.

As I searched the kitchen and the bathroom, I reminisced on my withdrawal symptoms, remembering how it took me ten attempts to make it past week three. I was unable to sleep without someone consoling me to sleep, like I just did for Taehyung.

I took the first aid kit out of the bathroom where I found it and walked to Yoongi, who was sitting at the kitchen table. As I patched his arm up, I could sense him holding something in.

I sighed. "What do you want to say? That I shouldn't be worrying about somebody else's sobriety when I should be focused on mine? That I'm getting to close to another recovering drug addict? What?"

Yoongi looked at me with an odd look on his face for a moment before he chuckled. "Dude, I was just thinking that I hope Hoseok doesn't want sex this weekend after our date cause my shoulder fucking hurts from that blade."

I snickered as I washed my hands after finishing up my work on Yoongi's shoulder. He slipped his shirt back on and came to stand by me in the kitchen.

My eyes landed on the beautiful male on the sofa, and his quiet breathing as he shivered.

"I'm going to find him a blanket." I informed Yoongi, only for the male to carefully grab my arm.

"You like him, don't you?"

"I barely know him," I replied, watching as Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Like that's ever stopped you before. Do we need to talk about Yugyeom?"

I scoffed. "No. Never again please." I peeked at Taehyung once more. "I just... even just one look at him makes me not crave the drugs."

I left the conversation at that as I found a thick blanket in Taehyung's room, tucking him in on the couch and taking a seat on the floor on the opposite wall, watching for when he wakes up.

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