This chapter will consist of the same moment replayed from many different points of view. Be sure to pay attention to which point of view it is currently on.

Buprenorphine: This drug is used primarily in detox from opioids or opiates. It helps to diminish the effects of physical dependency on opioids, such as, reducing withdrawal symptoms and cravings, increases safety in cases of potential overdose, and lowers the potential for misuse.

Yoongi POV

Fifteen minutes later there was a soft, hesitant knock on the door. I stood up with a groan, meeting Jungkook's nervous eyes.

"You ready?"

He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

I went to the door, opening it. "Hey Hobi, Taehyung." I kissed Hoseok's cheek before nodding my head in Taehyung's direction. "How are you feeling?" My eyes traced the open wounds across his bare arms and his face. He wore a tank top that also showed a large gash on his shoulder.

Taehyung sighed. "I'm just ready to see Jungkook."

"And you are positive you want to do this?" I confirmed, listening to Taehyung's affirmation. "Okay. I already told him you are in control. He isn't allowed to touch you unless you say it is alright. Hoseok and I will be standing far enough away to give you two privacy, but not so far that we can't step in if needed."

Taehyung took a deep breath before stepping inside. I watched as he walked with a slight limp, and with less poise than normal.

I faced Hoseok as he walked inside and slipped off his shoes. "I hope you're right about this, babe."

Hoseok gave a small smile, clearly with the purpose of reassurance. "I hope so too."

We went into the kitchen and watched as Taehyung slowly approached Jungkook, who was standing next to the couch, looking at his feet.

"Kook?" The deep voice spoke quietly, but just loudly enough to be heard from where we stood.

Jungkook looked up, and his face immediately collapsed as tears cascaded down his cheeks. "I did this to you? I... Tae, I am so sorry."

I watched the scene unfold as my best friend broke as the acceptance of the damage he did sunk in. His whole body was shaking as he cried, not even trying to contain it like he normally does. I saw Taehyung tentatively step closer and place a hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

I could see Taehyung's mouth moving but no words were heard from where Hoseok and I stood.

We saw Jungkook nod as he sniffled, trying to calm down. His breaths were heavy.

Silent words continued to be shared between the two. Taehyung remained with a separation between them, his legs visibly shaking, but only if I looked closely enough.

Hoseok sighed. "Taehyung looks scared of him."

I frowned. "I don't think he is scared of him. I believe he is scared of what Jungkook is capable of."

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Hoseok POV

Watching Taehyung's slight limp as he walked alongside me broke my heart. Nobody should have to experience what he's gone through.

He made it clear that he doesn't want me to pity him. And, honestly, I don't.

The word I wouldn't use to describe him is weak, or pitiful, or useless, or any of the other words he described himself to me.

The word I would choose is strong, or powerful, or... incredible. He continues to hold his head high despite everything going on.

He hinted that he has inner demons, some that even Jungkook doesn't know about. They're his tormentors.

I hope when he feels more comfortable around me he will feel like he can talk to me. I want to help him, like a parent to their child.

As Taehyung put his hand tentatively on Jungkook's shoulder, I couldn't help but notice the slight tension between his shoulder blades, expanding up his neck. It was such a small change, but it made it clear that Taehyung is a little fearful of the younger male after he lashed out.

I don't think Taehyung will ever admit it out loud, to anyone, just how this incident impacted him. He's more focused on Jungkook and helping him reach his level of sobriety once more.

I finally found the perfect word to describe Taehyung: selfless.

"Taehyung looks scared of him," I admitted to the male next to me. Yet another selfless male who would do anything for others but doesn't do what is needed for himself to stay afloat.

I have noticed the increasing amount of tension on Yoongi in the last few days, like he could sense something bad about to happen.

"I don't think he is scared of him. I believe he is scared of what Jungkook is capable of." Yoongi responded, a slight frown upon his lips.

I'm not sure that is all that is going on in Taehyung's subconscious, based on what I've seen so far.

I know now that I need to be in Taehyung's corner. I need to help him through these demons so he can focus on himself.

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Jungkook POV

The second there was knock on the door, my heart started to pound out of my chest. This is possibly the only chance I have to make this right with Taehyung, the male I had grown to admire so much. I would not screw it up with him more than I already have.

When I saw Taehyung walk into my eye sight, my whole body deflated. His arms and face had numerous cuts, clearly all cleaned and disinfected. He had a slight limp, and I knew he was making it seem better than it was.

He approached me slowly as Yoongi and Hoseok walked over near the kitchen.

"Kook?" The deep voice spoke quietly, the voice I have grown to like so much.

I looked up, and my face immediately collapsing as tears cascaded down my cheeks. "I did this to you? I... Tae, I am so sorry."

A sob erupted from my chest. My legs struggled to keep me upright. My arms and hands were shaking uncontrollably.

I felt a small squeeze on my shoulder, making me look to see a glint in Taehyung's eyes.

He gave me a reassuring smile. "It looks worse than it is."

"Y-Y-You're li-limping," I cried, the weight of my actions becoming too much. I was a monster. A useless, pathetic monster, just like my parents.

"I know what you're thinking," Taehyung admitted. "You're not useless. If you have that mentality, you will never sober up."

I nodded, tears still cascading down my cheeks. I wanted to touch him. To hug him. To kiss each cut along his skin in hopes that my guilt-filled apologies will prevent them from scarring his perfect melanine.

"I'm sorry," continued to slip past my lips as I breathed in his scent.

I'm not useless. I can do this.

I need to do this. For myself. For Tae.

I am not useless.

Taehyung POV

My palms were sweaty as I approached Jungkook. His hands were shaking by his side, but I was unsure of whether that was his emotions or the lack of drugs in his system.

I tried to make the limp less noticeable, but damn did it hurt. The gash on my heel made walking painful.

I watched as tears fell down Jungkook's cheeks after I said his name, standing a few feet in front of him.

"I did this to you? I... Tae, I am so sorry." The shaking became worse. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him, while also convincing myself I wasn't afraid.

But I was.

"It looks worse than it is," I assured him when I saw the guilt in his eyes.

"Y-Y-You're li-limping," he cried.

"I know what you're thinking," I admitted. I recognized the look from when I wore it myself. "You're not useless. If you have that mentality, you will never sober up."

He was broken, defeated, and I could see it in his whole demeanor. All of the tape holding the pieces of glass together lost its adhesive, and I watched as the glass shards shattered across the floor in a million pieces.

The words "I'm sorry" continuously spilled from his lips as he shook his head.

This would've been the perfect time for me to hug him, or kiss him. Tell him it was okay and that I forgive him.

Only the hand currently touching his skin burned with fear.

Fear for Jungkook's sobriety.

Fear of his emotional state.

Fear of Jungkook himself.

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This chapter has taken a while to get to a point I feel comfortable at, but we finally did it🙌🏻