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Namjoon felt his heart sink in his chest as he unwrapped the bandage from Jimins forearm; the white gauze stained with spots of red, revealing obvious puncture marks from various sized needles. Jimin was beyond dazed as he sat in front of him, his arm extended while his thoughts wandered to places Namjoon would never be able to understand.
“Did he get you into this?” Namjoon asked softly, letting the cloth fall to the floor and allowing his thumb to brush over the wounds. He knew Jungkook had been into hard substances, along with the tendency to drag others down with him, but never would he have guessed he’d let Jimin fall into the same clutches. The soft utters of “I love you's” had always fallen between tender touches and looks full of adoration- yet still Jimin sat: alone and high only to fill the aching void.
Not expecting an answer, Namjoon slightly jumped as Jimin finally spoke. With glossy eyes that were unfocused and lost, a smile blossomed over Jimins lips before the words finally left his throat. His high had given him everything he had ever wanted: only the good, with all of the bad left to dissolve within the recesses of his mind.
“We were together. I forget the rest.”