"Y/N..." Jungkook glanced up from the homework he previously had been glaring at in frustration. You caught his gaze. "If you don't mind my asking..What are those pills for anyway?" His eyes then batted down to the 2 blue capsules that were resting in the palm of your right hand. That was a good question. "I'm not 100% sure myself.." Your tongue graced over your chapped bottom lip. "Apparently I was born with a disability..A disability these pills supposedly keep at bay." Jungkook's head tilted in interest. "And you've never asked about their purpose?" You lightly nod your head. "I have. Many times. My parents just...They dodge it every time. Any stupid excuse. I can't get anything out of them." You tilt your hand and the pills tumble to the edge, daring to fall off. "If there's one message they get through, it's that the function of my body depends on these...And I've always abided." You let out an exhausted sigh, and push away any thoughts of rebellion. You bring your hand up to tip the pills beyond the barrier of your lips, resting on your tongue, and grasp a small cup of water, tipping it to chase down the drugs. You swallow with no hesitation. This act was muscle memory for you. There hasn't been a single day that had gone by in the past 16 years of your life that you hadn't done this. But maybe the beautiful boy sitting in front of you had a point. What if you did skip the intake of these pills? It intrigued you. What exactly would life be for you if you became sober?
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