"The pink haired male was wearing a black, lace, see-through tank top with a black leather jacket over it."

•••

Fuck it! Jimin slammed his door and punched the wall beside it. How does this kid get to me so much? "Ahh!" He screamed, sweeping a hand forcefully through his desk, throwing everything that was crammed onto it to the floor. "Why do you have to always fucking ruin everything??!!!" He screamed, taking the lamp from his bedside table and smashing it against the wall. "Stupid!" He punched the wall again. "Useless..." He was on his knees now. Unnoticed tears had started streaming down his burning cheeks. He pulled his silky hair with both hands until he felt numb... But the numbness wasn't coming. He could still feel, his heart could still hurt and his eyes wouldn't stop leaking. "Fucking weak!" He spat, while standing groggily and stumbling to his desk, pulling the key out of his pocket and opening the damned drawer with one pull. He needed to stop the pain, he needed to feel numb again, he wanted to forget. So he was going to do it, he couldn't care less about anything anymore, not Jungkook, not Jem, not anybody. They could just go fuck themselves. "All of them!" He shouted while throwing everything that was on the drawer to the floor with more force than necessary.

"FUCK!!!" He yelled when he finally emptied the drawer realising that the clear plastic bag was nowhere to be found. "IDIOT!!!!" He yelled once again, pushing the desk with one hand and making it roll across the room, once he remembered how just the day before he had spilled all that he had left. Yes, he might be tiny, but he was still strong.

He sat down on his bed, mind running. If he didn't have some stuff to calm himself down he would go crazy, he needed some form of it, if it wasn't powder he would get alcohol, yes that was it. He immediately called Wonho and in no time he had arranged a plan with his gangster friends to meet at the one and only nightclub they always went to.

He put his boots on and strutted downstairs making too much noise with his leather boots with every step he took. He was already halfway through the entrance hall when the kitchen door opened and a confused looking Jem made her appearance. Perfect fucking timing. Jimin rolled his eyes mentally.

"What's going on?" She spoke with pursed lips.

"None of your business." Jimin said with a deathly tone, not stopping his march towards the front door.

"Where are you going?!" She said with an edge on her voice.

"Fucking out!" Jimin lost it. "Since fucking when do you fucking control me when I leave and when I return??!!!" He almost yelled.

"I-I Jimin..." She trailed off, but Jimin was already gone. What the hell? She actually thought things were finally going north. What could have gone wrong?

Jem brushed her hands on her apron, having gone out of the kitchen so fast at the sound of Jimin's boots that she hadn't been able to wash her hands, and made her way upstairs. She needed to know what had happened because she wasn't having a good feeling about this whole situation.

Jimin walked down the street feeling light headed, if he didn't get to the club soon he would either faint or go crazy. Luckily he got to the nightclub in less than ten minutes. He pushed the door open after greeting the guard that knew him all too well already and didn't stop until he was at the bar. The music was too loud in his ears and his nostrils were filled with the smell of sweat and alcohol. He had missed that, how the music would penetrate his body making it impossible to think, how the smell would be so strong that his head would start swimming.

"Hi, a dozen shots, please." Jimin said to the barman, who smirked.

As Jimin took the shots one by one, he knew his alcohol resistance had diminished considerably after he had come to the decision of cleaning his system from drugs, but he couldn't care less. He knew that asking for another round of shots wasn't a good idea but he needed his mind to stop feeling guilty. He needed to stop the cascade of memories. He needed to stop seeing those broken doe-eyes when he, as always, had disappointed the only boy that had ever given him a chance. So that's what he did. He took the second round of shots like a king having inserted too much alcohol in his veins in too little time. So when his gangster friends finally arrived, he was far from sober, he was drunk, but not the type of drunk when you still control yourself, the type that any human being should be afraid of, the type that makes you say stupid things, yet very true things.

Jimin turned his head to the door, seeing double, when a sudden icy breeze filled the air. And there he was, Wonho with his entourage of stupid little delinquent men, behind him. Of course. Jimin rolled his eyes, smirking. It isn't Wonho if he is not showing at least a tiny bit of skin. The pink haired male was wearing a black, lace, see-through tank top with a black leather jacket over it. His black leather pants were tight, which showed off his beautifully toned thighs and the metal chain hanging from it made Jimin's heart skip a beat.

Jimin waited until his friends reached him instead of going up to them.

"Hey man," Wonho was already at his side, resting one hand on his shoulder. "sorry you had to wait for us." He ended by sitting on the stool next to Jimin.

"It's fine," Jimin smirked. "I've already started." He said while raising one of the shot cups from the counter to show what he meant.

"Hey, you should take it easy on alcohol, you aren't used to it like you once were." Wonho said while ordering himself a very strong drink.

"I need more of it." Jimin murmured not giving a damn about what the other one was saying. "The other day I spilled all that I had left on the floor, so..."

"You need more of what?" The muscular male spoke while chugging his drink in one go.

"You know what." Jimin smirked.

"Oh, about that...'' Wonho looked back at one of his men. "Key! When are we getting more goods?"

"Um..." the skinny boy approached them in deep thought. "They were supposed to be sending us on Friday, but you know, after what happened they've been reluctant."

"Yeah," Wonho turned to Jimin again. "we are kind of short on it, you know, after this good supplier of us fucking fell in love with me and realised I wasn't fucking gay." Wonho rolled his eyes while chugging another one of his strong drinks.

Jimin furrowed his brow not having heard of the story before.

"Anyway, let's go to dance." Wonho grabbed Jimin by the hand and dragged him towards the crowd of drunken dancing people.

Body heat made Jimin instantly hot and Wonho apparently too because he took off his jacket making the lace top more evident. The long sleeves of the see-through shirt hugged his arms making his prominent muscles too visible.

"You like what you see?" Wonho raised his eyebrows when he caught Jimin staring at his chest with wide eyes.

Jimin rolled his eyes, the alcohol in his veins acting on its own. "Why would I like it when I have some of my own?" He answered seductively.

"Yours are cute, though." Wonho chuckled. "Mines are sexy." He smirked while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Jimin reached a hand and touched Wonho's biceps, squeezing. "Wow, you really have a good body."

Wonho chuckled. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, you are fucking drunk."

Jimin stood there with one hand on Wonho, when he saw something through the space over his friend's shoulder.

"Wait, that guy's looking at me."

"Who?" Wonho turned around, on alert. "Is he bothering you? I'll fucking break his jaw."

"What? No! I think he's winking at me."

"What? Jimin? You are too drunk, c'mon, let's get you home."

"I think he wants to have sex with me."

"How the hell did you draw that conclusion?"

"Should I let him fuck me?" Finally Jimin moved his sight from the man behind Wonho to gaze into his friend's eyes. He looked innocent, which made Wonho gulp. He had never seen Jimin like that, no matter how drunk he was, he had never looked so... queer...

Wonho was going to respond, when he heard a voice behind his back.

"Look who hasn't understood, when I said not to show his face around here anymore." A playful tone said.

"Stay behind me." Wonho stiffened, hiding the small man behind him and guarding him with his strong hands on his hips.

Jimin gulped, not having ever felt so close to Wonho before.

"What the fuck do you want?" Wonho forcefully talked back to the guy that was now standing only meters away from him. The man also had his entourage of delinquent men behind him and Wonho wondered where his own men were when he needed them.

"For you to get the hell out of here." The man smirked.

"Or what?!"

"Well," The guy looked at his men. "you leave us no choice."

Wonho pushed Jimin to get him as far out of the fight zone as possible, at the same time as he charged against the smugly looking man.

Jimin fell backwards on his ass and everything went black.

•••

Jem walked up the stairs and knocked on Jungkook's door.

"Come in." A wary voice was heard from inside.

Jem opened the door with a scowl on her brow. Jungkook was sitting on his bed, cross-legged and head hanging. He raised his sight as soon as Jem opened his door.

"Oh thank god it's you..." His voice broke and suddenly he was in tears. "... I'm so sorry... It's all my fault..."

As soon as Jem saw the boy breaking down in tears she ran to console him. Hugging him tightly, she tried for Jungkook to calm down.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"... It's all my fault, all my fault... I'm so sorry..." He kept on shaking his head.

"Jungkook, please, what happened?" Jem pleaded, with her brow still furrowed. She hadn't been wrong when she thought something was up.

"I-I... I heard noises, and screams... I'm so sorry..." He sobbed. "I think he broke something." Another sob. "I shouldn't have... it's my fault."

"Jungkook, listen, I can't understand if you don't explain to me clearly."

"W-we faught, Jimin-hyung and I..." A sob. "A-and it's all my fault." He broke into a stream of tears once again.

"Okay, okay Jungkook, it's okay, you'll explain to me better when you are calmer." Jem caressed Jungkook's hair.

Once Jungkook had calmed down and wasn't crying anymore, Jem asked one more time.

"Jungkook, could you please tell me what happened?"

"I-I... W-we kinda fought and he got mad and I think he broke something." He breathed. "I heard noises, I think he was screaming and..."

"Why did you fight?"

"I kicked him out of my room and..."

"What?!" Jem interrupted him. "Why did you kick him out?"

"Well, he said something I didn't like very much so I told him to leave because I really needed to think on my own, I just..." Jungkook's voice faltered. "I just never thought he would get like this..."

"It's okay Jungkook." Jem tried caressing his leg to make him stop blaming himself. "What did he exactly tell you that you didn't like?"

"Well... uh..." Jungkook looked down. "He kinda said that he didn't see what was there to like in men's abs, because I..." But Jem didn't let him finish.

"Asshole..." She whispered under her breath and then clearer she uttered. "I'm really sorry Jungkook, he isn't that bad, I promise, he... he just has some issues with, um, what's socially accepted and stuff..."

"Yeah, I figured that much."

Jem smiled at the sweet boy that had been offended by Jimin all too many times but was still willing to forgive him.

"Okay, listen, he left in an extremely bad mood and I have a bad feeling about it, I'm kind of worried, he didn't seem too sane when he left and I'm scared he'll do something stupid."

"Like what?" Jungkook opened his doe-eyes wide.

"I don't know, I just have a really bad feeling in my chest." She brought her hand to her heart.

Jungkook nodded.

"Look, I'm going to go out to look for him, okay? I just need you to be here in case he comes back." Jem continued.

"Shouldn't we wake Hyunah-noona to tell her?"

Jem shook her head. "No, Mr. Park has to work tomorrow morning and I don't want to worry him when we don't even know if something's wrong."

Jungkook nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna go now, just don't forget to text me if he comes back or if anything happens."

"Okay, Noona, good luck." Jungkook smiled encouragingly and Jem went out to take off her apron and made her way outside of the house.