Chapter Text
Chapter One -
-Johnny’s POV-
At 12:30 p.m, I walk into the kitchen, voices starting to fade in to earshot.
“...I know, I know, I just don’t want to wake up one day and find him in the bathroom popping pills, like he used to.” I recognize the voice as Mark’s, and I begin to get nervous. Why the hell are they talking about that?
“I think we should tell the others, so we can all work to keep him from slipping into old habits.” The next voice to speak is Taeil, him being one of the only ones to know about my past addiction.
During our predebut days, and stretching into our early debut, I had gotten mixed up with some bad stuff, consequently becoming addicted to painkillers. I don’t like to call myself an “addict”, but that’s basically what I was. I’ve only told two people, Taeil and Mark. Taeil I told because Mark had advised me to. Mark on the other hand, found out because he caught me taking pills one night. He’s actually a big part of the reason I stopped. The disappointment on his face that night was enough to make me sick to my stomach, and that was when I decided to try to stop.
There’s always the itch though. Once you start you can’t ever stop, not really. No matter how long you’ve been sober, you know deep down you would jump at a chance to get high again. That’s why I always try to stay out of the medicine cabinets, partly not to worry Taeil and Mark, and partly because I’m seriously concerned that I can’t control myself.
I shuffle backwards, trying not to alert anyone to my presence, and retreat to my room. Collapsing on my bed, I try not to think about anything, eventually falling asleep.