After that night it was one cigarette after the other. I would make excuses to go smoke. It was hard for me because I knew that it was killing Jungkook. He knew he had to know. He had completely blown up and me and for a few nights we stayed away from each other. 

"I can't believe you would do something like this Hyung. I thought you were getting better."

"I was Jungkook, but then all of a sudden that one night everything came flooding back to me and I couldn't stop it."

"OK but now you're addicted to it. It's not ok Tae, you have to stop."

"What if I can't?" 

"Then I can't help you. I want to help you but I can't when you won't help yourself. Do you understand that at all Taehyung? I've helped you out through a ton of your problems but this one is different."

"What do you suggest Mr. Healer?"
I watched a hurt look come across his face. 

"Get out." 

"What?" 

"Get out Taehyung. Take Nuni and get out. I don't want to see you or talk to you right now."

"Jungkook."

"Now!"

I was now out smoking again. Yoongi came out and grabbed a lighter out of his pocket. I took it from him.

"What the hell Taehyung!"
"We have to stop."

He looked at me.

"Where is this coming from?" He asked.

"I don't know." 

I took another drag and then put it out. I was addicted now and if I wanted to change anything it would take so much time. But Jungkook was right.