𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 | PJM. JJK✔

chapter 29

Jungkook stared at the blue pill in front of him on the bathroom sink.

He wiped his runny nose as he held onto his stomach with one arm, his stump helplessly dangling next to him.

He'd already puked twice.

"D-don't do it... don't do it.... don't do it... don't do it... don't do it.... don't do it..." he whispered to himself, trembling violently while sweat pooled on his forehead.

The man whimpered, every part of his body in agonizing pain and screaming at him to make it stop.

Jungkook had tried to quit taking Morphine a little over one day ago, in attempt to start the first day of school clean. He'd forgotten however, how very much the withdrawal process sucked. He hadn't slept, couldn't eat, and the fever was making it hard for him to even stand upright.

He couldn't go outside like this...

Bonk bonk bonk

"Jungkook, I need to blow-dry my hair!" Jungkook's adopted younger sister Emmy yelled, slamming her fist against the bathroom door.

Jungkook whined, helplessly looking up at the ceiling. "Just go to a different fucking bathroom!" He roared, grabbing the kitchen sink as a new wave of vomit immediately rose up in his throat.

Jungkook retched, only a little bit of puke leaving him this time since there wasn't any food left in his stomach.

"Jungkook?"

The young man cried softly, sweat dripping from his face and mixing in with his tears.

He tried to wipe his face clean, but sweat kept forming and his fingers were trembling so much they barely listened to him.

Jungkook couldn't be without Morphine. The drugs allowed him to function. He'd been taking it ever since his doctor prescribed it to him five years ago to deal with the pain of his amputated arm. Jungkook believed he was invincible when he was on drugs, and even though they wouldn't admit it, Jungkook could see how everyone adored him when he was high. His parents, his friends, his girlfriend. They liked seeing him normal. A clean slate. No scars from the past, no haunting nightmares.

Simply, Jungkook Walton.

A perfect son.

Jungkook grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet, using it to crush the blue Morphine pill on the sink into nothing but fine powder.

He hurried to find a banknote in the pocket of his sweatpants, rolled it up, and leaned down to snort the Morphine up his nose, directly into his bloodstream for a quicker effect.

The man moaned, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as the drug hit his system and the pain in his body evaporated. He bit his lips, smirking at how fucking good it felt to go back to normal after the way he'd been suffering for the last two days.

There really was nothing better.

Jungkook looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, chuckling at how fucked up he still looked. Dark eyebags, pale face, oily skin. He turned on the tap to splash some cold water in his face and stared himself down.

"Jungkook..."

Jungkook smacked his lips as he remembered his obnoxious, sixteen year old adopted sister, rolling his eyes at how she always managed to get in his way right when it was the least convenient.

He yanked open the bathroom door, looking down at Emmy. "You're a fucking pain in the ass."

Emmy's eyes widened. She stared at Jungkook's grey shirt, which was almost completely drenched in sweat, and his pale skin, her mind needing exactly 0.2 seconds to figure out what was going on.