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You and Jungkook met a year ago. When you met him, he was using drugs. His parents had hired you to try to be his friend and keep him company. Those first few months were difficult, since he didn't like being around people, much less having a friend. His parents disrupted his privacy, where he was always shut away. They put a bed for you in his room, and you had to make sure Jungkook didn't use anything.

About a month ago, the first smile appeared. Now there were a few, just enough from time to time. Penetrating glances and nights spent together, since you wanted to sleep with him.

Today, Jungkook had found out that the girl he'd liked for years had a partner. He was depressed, very depressed. He wanted—no, he needed—to use some drugs.

Let me out, or I swear you'll regret it.

He told you in his hoarse voice. You were blocking the door so he couldn't leave. His parents weren't home, so you had no help.

You and Jungkook met a year ago. When you met him, he was using drugs. His parents had hired you to try to be his friend and keep him company. Those first few months were difficult, since he didn't like being around people, much less having a friend. His parents disrupted his privacy, where he was always shut away. They put a bed for you in his room, and you had to make sure Jungkook didn't use anything.

About a month ago, the first smile appeared. Now there were a few, just enough from time to time. Penetrating glances and nights spent together, since you wanted to sleep with him.

Today, Jungkook had found out that the girl he'd liked for years had a partner. He was depressed, very depressed. He wanted—no, he needed—to use some drugs.

Let me out, or I swear you'll regret it.

He told you in his hoarse voice. You were blocking the door so he couldn't leave. His parents weren't home, so you had no help.