Haze
Title: Haze
Pairing: BaekYeol
Rated: PG-13
Type: Drabble, Crack
Word Count: 467
Warning: Mentions drugs
Summary: Baekhyun and Chanyeol get lost in their own world
Author’s Note: 5/30:This is part of my 30 day challenge. This is the link that'll explain it
It’s clouded and misty, their vision blurred to gray at the thickness, but they don’t care. Their minds are swirling, racing, speeding like cars on a race track. More is what their bodies tell them-their jittery fingers trying to pry open the nearest plastic bag, eyes glossy with excitement-and more is what they do.
Baekhyun doesn’t know what time it is or where he is and what his name is, but he couldn’t care less. It was just him, Chanyeol, and a wild ride from there on. He doesn’t remember how they started this-maybe it was when Chanyeol shut the door as soon as they entered-but he sure as hell doesn’t regret it.
He’s seeing the room but yet he’s not. It looks so far away-the bed warped to a curve and the drawers lining the walls-but Baekhyun’s sure that if he reaches far enough, he’ll be able to touch at least one piece of furniture. But before he can even try, he’s in a fit of giggles-not chuckles, but full-on giggles, like the giggles you’d hear girls do when they see a cute guy-and he’s rolling on the ground (“Like a buffalo!” Chanyeol cheers off on the side).
He doesn’t know why he’s doing it but something is too damn funny to make him stop. His eyes are big and wide as he stares at the ceiling fan. He’s entranced by the way it spins and spins and spins, a lazy smile framing his face as he pops another piece into his mouth.
He turns his head just enough to the side and he sees Chanyeol. There’s something weird about those enormous, bloodshot eyes and that creepy grin. But hey, Baekhyun wasn’t one to judge so he lays there on the ground and watches Chanyeol take another shot.
“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol slurs, his lips following slowly like one of those cheap kung fu movies Luhan had shown them. Baekhyun’s not sure if Chanyeol’s talking to him or talking to the magic elf next to him so he keeps his place on the floor. Chanyeol can’t help but grin and scrunch his face, laughter abrupting from the very pits of his stomach. Before he knows it, the room is shooting up into the sky and being carried off into a tornado.
Baekhyun giggles from the ground as he watches Chanyeol suddenly leap from the floor and grab onto the bed screaming, “The wicked witch of the west is coming for me! Go get my red heels!” before completely passing out, hitting the mattress with a soft thump.
“What is going on in there!?” is the last thing Baekhyun hears before his body falls limp on the floor.