Before you read, I want to warn you that there will be drug use in this chapter, and if you would like to skip that, you can read up to that part and then skip to the end where I've put a brief recap.

Now for those of you who still choose to read all the way through, I better not find one comment bitching about "oh Yoongi would never do drugs!" Or "You can't find drugs in Korea this is so inaccurate!"

Listen. I know. This is fanfiction.

Anyway the rest of y'all are good to go :) This is a pretty short chapter and it's kind of a filler but it's fun and accelerates the plot a little bit which I kinda need :)

Enjoy <3

"I gotta go now, bye!"

"Catch you later, love you!"

"My friend is here, gotta go!"

"Miss you, love you, see ya later!"

"Sorry this phone call was short, but I gotta go, bye!"

Every goddam phone call with Soora ends like this. She calls you, tells her about her day, then hangs up- sometimes while you're in the middle of talking. You don't have much to tell her anyway, but when she interrupts you because her friends are there or she has to go somewhere, it still hurts. You're getting sick of it.

"And like, he shared his food with me during lunch- it was so cute! He's such an angel!"

She's been driving you crazy for the past half-hour now talking about some dumb guy from her new school that's been giving her attention recently. You literally don't care. You're supposed to be cleaning the kitchen right now before your mom gets home, and even though you answered the phone looking for a valid reason to stall, you're regretting it severely right now.

You're done.

"He's so cute. On Monday, he asked for my number, and he's been texting me cute pictures all week and saying good morning, isn't that adorable?"

You're so done.

"My friend from practice is coming over later to do my makeup. I've got a date with that other guy I told you about last week- not like an actual date, I just want to get to know him, but like, I'm so excited!"

You are absolutely, unbelievably done.

"What should I go for, a more natural, classic look, or should I like, put on something a little more colorful? I dunno- I think colorful makeup shows that I'm trying too hard. It's not an actual date, anyway."

You're fucking done.

"Listen, Soora," you say. "Dohyun is throwing a tantrum right now and I need both my hands to take care of it, can I call you later?"

"Uh- yeah of course, maybe tomorrow though because my friend's almost here."

You hang up without saying good bye.

For the last two freaking weeks, you've been working your ass off in school to raise your grades, cleaning the apartment overtime so you wouldn't have to do as much later (not that it makes much a difference), getting absolutely no sleep whatsoever, and hiding from the Spice Girls every time you see them because last week, they came over to "apologize" to you, but as soon as Seokjin's back was turned, they promised you would pay later.

You're stressed beyond any amount that you can take. You can't be in this apartment anymore. You're done.

You throw on your shoes and a coat and leave the apartment in a whirlwind before anyone can ask you where you're going. You run down the stairs, forgetting how cold it is outside until you step out of the building. Folding your arms together for warmth, you set off down the road aimlessly, not sure where you're going but sure that your feet will take you somewhere away from your stress.

Your feet take you to Yoongi's house.

Not sure why, but it's better than being out in the cold. Hope Yoongi's home.

You knock on the door loudly, and after about two seconds of waiting, you decide you don't care to wait, so you try the knob and open the door.

Inside, the room smells putrid. You wrinkle your nose against the odor and look for Yoongi.

"I'm not home," he says. He's laying face up on the couch, one hand hanging off the side, wisps of smoke curling up into the air above him.

"Neither am I," you say, stepping inside and shutting the door. "Don't know where else to go."

Yoongi looks up when he hears you and waves half-heartedly, a small joint between his fingers.

"If I knew you were coming I wouldn't have rolled a joint," he says.

"I don't care," you say. You take your shoes off and head into the room, then shove Yoongi's legs off of the couch and plop down on the opposite side. "You smell like shit."

"You get used to it," Yoongi says. He brings the joint up to his lips and takes a drag, breathes in, pulls the joint away, and exhales a cloud of smoke that might actually make you puke, it smells so bad.

"Parents arguing?" Yoongi asks.

You've spent enough time with him during the past two weeks that the question doesn't bother you.

"No," you answer. "My friend has replaced me."

Yoongi looks at you for a second, then sits up and leans against the back of the couch.

"Wanna try it?" He asks, holding up his joint. You glance at it, then at him, then at it again, and shake your head.

"There's no way in hell."

"Okay," Yoongi says. You watch him take another drag and blow out a cloud of whispy white smoke. He leans into the couch and closes his eyes, shoulders dropping, head relaxing, like all of his problems just... vanish into thin air like the smoke from his lips.

You want to feel what he's feeling.

"How do you do it?"

Yoongi glances at you. "Do what?"

"Smoke that," you say. "How do you..."

"Breathe in, breathe out," Yoongi says. "Not much to it."

You stare at Yoongi, squinting, wondering if it's worth it or not. After a moment, he looks at you, one eyebrow raised, and stares back into your eyes. Then he holds the joint up for you.

"You take in the smoke like you're sucking water through a straw," Yoongi says. "Then breathe in through your teeth before you exhale."

Deciding that you're curious enough, you take the joint and hold it between your lips. Following Yoongi's instructions, you suck in the smoke, hand the joint back to Yoongi, breathe oxygen in through your teeth, then blow it out. A cloud of horrid-smelling smoke fans out in front of your face, swirling into the air and rising to the ceiling.

It's easy enough, but the smoke clings to your throat and sends you into a coughing fit.

"Easy there," Yoongi says. "Don't take too big a drag if you can't handle the smoke. That wasn't bad for your first try though."

"That feels weird," you say. "And underwhelming."

"Well your first drag isn't going to do much except make you cough," Yoongi says. "If you're looking to get high, you'll wanna finish off this joint."

"Then hand it over," you say. "I wanna get high."

The words slip out of your mouth like smoke before you even realize the decision you're making.

Maybe it's the perfect time to be impulsive.

"Calm down," Yoongi says. "Breathe fresh air for a minute." Then he frowns. "You sure?" he asks. "You want... You want to get high. Right now?"

"Why the hell not?" You ask. "I'll only be young and dumb for so long."

"Fair enough," Yoongi says. "But only do it if you're sure."

Are you sure? Not really. But you want to forget about your problems, and even if getting high won't fix them for you, it'll be nice to relax for a little while. And you can say that you've smoked weed. You won't have to wonder what it's like anymore.

"Pass it over," you say. "I wanna try it again."

Yoongi wordlessly hands you the joint and lets you take another drag. Again, you cough a bunch after exhaling, but this time you're ready for it, so it's not as bad.

"How long does it take to get high?"

"It doesn't take that long," Yoongi says. "But it's not the type of high where everything looks crazy. It's the type of high where you're just... calm and relaxed."

You sigh and lean your head back. "Well lucky me I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

"You just randomly walked into my house and stole my joint," Yoongi says. "What makes you think you can stay?"

"Well you don't have plans, do you?"

"No."

"Then I guess I'm staying for a while."

***

"Okay, favorite US president."

"The fuck- you think I know any US presidents? We live in Korea, Yoongi."

"Just answer the question."

"Uh... who's their president now?"

"I dunno."

"Ummm... he's probably not that good anyway. What about... what about that black dude they had as president once? He was cool. I think."

"You're just saying that cause he's not white."

"Well I'm sure he did some good stu-"

"Yeah? And do you even know his name?"

"Yeah I picked him cause he's not white."

"There we go. Your turn."

"Hmmmmm..." You stare up at the ceiling and contemplate. What question could you ask Yoongi? What is there you want to know? You and Yoongi have been at this for what feels like hours, lying on the floor and asking each other questions since, now that you're technically friends, you should probably get to know one another- at least a little bit.

"When's the last time you read a book?"

Yoongi laughs. "That's your question? You want recommendations?"

"No I just wanted to know if you could read."

"Of course I can read. I just don't have to. Last time I read a book was... I can't actually remember when. What about you?"

"Me neither."

"Cool cool. If a tiger and a giant bunny got into a fight, who do you think would win?"

You burst into a fit of giggles, trying to imagine a tiger and a giant bunny in a fight. Yoongi elbows your arm, laughing along with you. "Stop, I'm serious."

"Okay, how big is the giant bunny?"

"Psshhhhh uuummmmmm... he's bigger than a car but like, not a big car. He's bigger than... a Prius."

"Oh well then I think the bunny would win."

"Really? Why the hell would the bunny win?"

"Well for one," you stick one finger up, "he has big-ass ears, so he could probably hear the tiger from a mile away even if the tiger is stalking quietly." You stick another finger up. "Two, if he's that big, he's probably fast as hell and since he's an animal of prey and knows when danger is near, his first instinct would be to run the hell away. And three," you drop your hand to the floor. "Well, if the bunny did engage in an actual fight with a tiger, he could kick the shit out of the bastard pussycat."

"You seem to have a thing against this tiger."

"Maybe I just like bunnies."

"Maybe you just don't like bullies."

"The hell does that have to do with anything?"

"You don't like bullies."

"And? Do you?"

"I don't like bullies either."

You twist your head and look at Yoongi. He looks back at you. You both burst into a fit of lazy laughter.

After a few minutes of tired giggling, you sigh and roll over on your side on the floor, your back to Yoongi. "Maybe the tiger gives bunnies swirlies," you murmur, closing your eyes. "And the giant bunny got tired of it."

"Maybe," Yoongi yawns. "And maybe... maybe the bunny will finally be free."

A weak giggle escapes your lips, and it sounds more like a sigh, and you feel sleep tug at the edges of your mind.

"You said you got replaced," Yoongi says behind you. "By who?"

"Soora," you say. "I don't think she cares about me anymore."

Yoongi goes quiet for a moment. And then, "Well, you have me."

You say, "I know," softly before you drift off into a long and peaceful sleep.

Chapter recap for those of you who skipped: after Y/n ran to Yoongi's house, she found him smoking weed. Y/n mentioned that Soora "replaced" her and Yoongi offered her the joint, and after a minute, Y/n decided to try it. Then she and Yoongi got high and had friendly conversation for a little while and then fell asleep. Not much really happened.

Have a good day/night!<3

-L