Salvia: This drug is a dissociative drug that causes the user to feel detached from reality. It can cause intense hallucinations, altered visual perception, mood, body sensations, mood swings, and feelings of detachment from body.

Taehyung.

"He called you Tae." Jungkook stated, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Who?"

"That new guy. He called you Tae."

"And?" I looked at Jungkook as he fiddled with the case of his phone. He was lounging on the arm chair with his legs on the arm rest, while I sat on the couch on the opposite side of the living area.

The younger male merely scoffed and stood up, walking into the kitchen. I sat on the couch another few seconds before following him.

"What is the deal, Kook? Why are you pissed about this? This moment with Jimin was yesterday."

Jungkook pressed his hands against the edge of the countertop, squeezing so his knuckles turned white. "Tae is what I call you."

I chuckled lightly at his comment. "More than one person can call me Tae. A lot of people back home call me Tae."

The younger groaned loudly and faced me quickly. He took the few remaining steps towards me, cupping my face, and slamming his lips against mine within the span of a few seconds.

After his lips remained on mine for a couple seconds, he pulled away, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Tae is the only nickname I like that I can call you. I-I can't call you the other ones."

"Why not?"

"Because they mean too much."

"May I know what these other ones are?"

His hands still cupped my cheeks, and I could feel his heavy breathing against my face. "Baby, love, sweetie, Taebaby, honey, shall I go on?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and found one of my hands migrating up the side of his body until it landed on his neck. "What are you trying to say?"

"Fuck, Tae.... I really shouldn't." He pulled away, unable to meet my eyes as he went to lean against the countertop on the opposite end of the kitchen.

"Kook..." I took a cautious step towards him. "You can tell me. I-Maybe I understand, but you won't know if I do unless you tell me what is on your mind."

When he met my eyes, tear stains littered his cheeks. "Really? What am I supposed to say? 'Tae, I'm fucking crazy about you! Oh, by the way, when the last person I was with romantically died, I almost died from a drug overdose. Wanna fuck?'"

He angrily wiped tears away from his face.

"H-How did the last person die, Kook?"

"He had a heart attack. The drugs weakened his heart so much that it couldn't take it." His hands clenched into tight fists. "How could you make me remember all this? I-I was doing so well. I had been sober for six and a half months before meeting you! And then you go and make me like you!"

"Oh." I breathed out, unsure of what else to say.

Jungkook sighed, taking deep breaths. "God, I miss drugs so much," he stated before completely breaking down. Heart-wrenching sobs erupted from his chest, as I ran to him and engulfed him in my arms.

I couldn't hold his weight up with my thin arms, so we collapsed to the floor. He cried in my arms for several minutes, with my arms around him, and a hand running up and down his spine.

When Jungkook finally began to calm down, he let out a deep breath. "People think I'm a complete asshole, but I'm really not."

"I know that, Kook." I whispered, feeling the air grow stiff around us.

He shook his head. "You don't understand. People don't know the shit I have been through. The drugs masked the pain. I-Without drugs, I don't know how to make the pain go away."

I hummed, my hand moving from his back to his hair. "That's okay. You just need to find some ways to cope besides the drugs."

"I've tried. Yoongi has been trying to help me. It used to be the cigarettes. But those stopped doing anything."

"You need something that won't hurt you. Cigarettes still cause you damage."

"Who the hell even cares anymore? I'm an orphan. My parents were drug dealers. I had no siblings, and no other family. Maybe I should've let the drugs kill me."

"What am I, a piece of fish? I care, Jungkook. Yoongi cares."

He picked his head up and looked at me. His eyes were puffy, and his lips wore a pout. "I-I just thought you were using me to help yourself get clean. Once you were able to live without drugs, you would leave me."

I tilted my head to the side. "Why the hell would I leave you, Jungkook? You're the closest friend I have here."

His pout turned into a small smile. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. His thumb ran gently along the skin. "I'm sorry I thought differently. I'm just used to people leaving me once they got what they wanted from me."

I put my hand on top of his on my cheek. "I'm not going to leave you, Kookie. I promise."

His eyes glistened with tears again, and I immediately reached forward to wipe them away.

"No more crying, baby, hmm? It hurts me to see you cry."

Jungkook nodded with a sniffle.

After a minute of silence, Jungkook chuckled softly. "Shit. I never thought I would cry like that again. I thought I was immune to feeling these deep feelings."

I stood up, reaching a hand down for him. "That's because you're sober now. You will feel things stronger without the drugs."

His eyes sparkled. "That's probably why I feel stronger towards you than... him."

"That could be the drugs. Or it could be because you and him weren't meant for each other, and we are."

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Hi. This chapter broke my heart.

Hope you all enjoyed.