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Depression

~Three Weeks Later~

Why is life getting harder?

Jimin stares at the box with a mix of disgust and curiosity in his eyes. No... he shouldn't. This isn't him. Or is it? Fucking hell he doesn't even know anymore. He sighs and runs a hand through his long locks. His black hair is getting a lot longer nowadays, he hasn't gone to the barber in a while. Y/N keeps telling him to go, but for some reason he doesn't want to.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Jackson says, sitting next to him, "I know I won't. Not my thing. I don't even know who brought them." Minho sits on his opposite side, "I think Axel did." "My girlfriend might kill me," Jimin grimaces, "and by might I mean definitely would." "But she won't kill you for staying out late again?" Minho retorts. "I've been getting better with that, it's just this once this week," he mumbles back weakly.

"Dude what's going on with you?" Jackson asks, snatching the box of cigarettes out of his hands. "Nothing," Jimin replies with a shrug. "Obviously not. You and her have been distant as hell recently. Are you even sleeping in the same bed anymore?" Minho inquires. "Of course we are. We're still dating and we still love each other," Jimin argues. "Then why are you here instead of with her?" Minho presses.

Jimin looks at the ground, the night sky cloaking the track in a sheet of darkness. His eyes go as dark as the sky while he thinks of the best way to reply. "Listen, all I'm saying is you should go home. Go see her. I'll drive you home even. I like Y/N. She's a good girl, don't waste that," Minho says. Jimin grits his teeth, "my relationship is none of your business Minho." "Dude, go home," Jackson urges, "please."

He considers his options, looking at the bottles being passed around on the other side of the large circle the basketball and track team formed. Jungkook's here, on the other side. Directly across from Jimin but the difference is he's not drinking. Jungkook is one of those college kids who thinks a drop of a drink is bad. Poor boy isn't twenty-one yet.

"I'll stay for one more drink, then Minho can take me home," Jimin offers as an alternative. Minho and Jackson look like they want to protest, then realize that this is the best option they're getting. "Aye! Pass it down this way!" Minho calls. Soon enough one of the many bottles comes.

"Opener?" Jimin questions. "It's on the other side," Minho mutters. Jimin curses under his breath before pulling out his house key and pressing it under the cap. "Woah, what are you doing Park?" Jackson questions. "Emergency opener," he whispers, using the key to lift up the cap. With enough force it pops open, the cap falling to the ground.

Minho and Jackson stare in shock. Jimin merely shrugs and drinks. He lets out a satisfied 'ah' once he's done with his sip. "Life hacks," he chimes. His two friends give him a look of concern but Jimin shakes it off to keep drinking. It's not his fault he knows alternative ways to open bottles.

Five minutes later, he's done with his beverage. "Okay Park, ready to go?" Jackson asks. Jimin almost scoffs, "I just finished, give me a minute." Minho helps Jimin clean up, then guides him to the outskirts of the track. They say their goodbyes to the others then depart, heading to Minho's car since Jimin rode up with him. Y/N probably just got home from work, but she still had to take the car there. That's another thing: whenever she's working he's kind of stuck at the house unless he calls his friends for a ride. It's not like he can take taxi or Uber or something too often, they need to save money.

Regardless, the two of them enter the car and Minho starts the engine up. Even after a minute, Minho doesn't move. "Dude?" Jimin questions. Minho jumps as if caught off guard, "right, sorry." "Are you drunk or something?" "I didn't have a drop," he mutters. "Why not? You're always the one throwing parties and drinking," Jimin asks. "Because I told Y/N I'd keep my eye on you and I can't do that when I'm drunk," Minho sharply says.