Mescaline: This drug is known for its hallucinogenic properties, similar to LSD. This drug is different in that it has different effects. These effects include altered thinking processes, an altered sense of time and awareness, and closed- and open- eye visual phenomena.

Jungkook.

I continued to swirl the straw around in my cup as I watched my phone screen light up again.

I took in a sharp breath, tempted to take it, but knowing I had to resist.

I couldn't lead him on.

After a while, the phone calls ended, right around 2. I sighed as I grabbed my phone, seeing 4 voicemails.

I clicked on the first one he left:

"Hey! Kook, um, I'm here! Did you forget we were meeting today? I guess I should've reminded you."

I took a sip of my drink, feeling a lump beginning to form in my throat as I listened to the second voicemail:

"It's me again! I-Are you on your way? I keep thinking that maybe you're driving, and that's why you're not answering. Anyway, um, I'm still waiting for you outside."

A tear slid down my cheek as I listened to the third:

"Okay. Are you okay? I hope so. I've been waiting here for over half an hour. Your calls are going straight to voicemail now. Did your phone die? Maybe you don't have phone signal? I'm still waiting for you to show up."

And as I listened to his final message, my chest grew heavy. Hearing the loud sob at the end brought tears down my cheeks in heavy waves.

I listened to the message over and over again. I grew more and more broken each time.

I set my phone down, rushing to my bedroom to grab a hoodie, my wallet, and my keys.

As I was driving, I tried to calm myself down. I had to keep my eyes on the road. I had to make it there.

••

As my hands knocked on the wood door, I could feel the lump in my throat return. When the door opened, I released a sob as I entered the small space.

With my phone in hand, I cried. "I messed up. Big time."

"Kook, slow down and breathe. Tell me what happened."

Yoongi's hand squeezed my shoulder as he guided me to the brown leather couch in his office.

I explained the situation to him in detail, including about how I knew I needed to make him mad at me so he would break off ties with me. I couldn't do it myself.

"A-A-And then I get t-this last v-voicemail."

"Let me hear it, Kook." Yoongi demanded, making me nod as my fingers fumbled to unlock my phone.

As Yoongi listened to the voicemail, panic slowly filled his irises. After the message ended, Yoongi stood up, going over to his desk and opening the drawer.

"Yoongi? What are you doing?"

Yoongi sighed and shook his head as he dug through the drawer. "I have listened to similar voicemails, Kook. We need to go to Tae. Now."

"What? Why? I-"

Yoongi held up his car keys, dragging me out of his office and to his car. "Because the type of message he left means one of two things: 1. He's about to relapse, or 2. He's going to kill himself."

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Let the angst truly begin.

I wonder if the NSA or anyone is looking through my internet history regarding addictive drugs and their causes and such, hahaha.