Higher Society (Prologue/?)
Title: Higher Society
Main Characters: SHINee (+minor appearances from TVXQ/JYJ and other kpop groups)
Main pairing: Jongkey/others
Chapters: (prologue/?)
Genre: AU/School/Angst/Life
Rating: R [up to NC17 later on]
Warnings: Liberal teenagers, language, substance usage/abuse, the story is slow-paced so it takes a while to see your pairing appear. x) DARK FANFIC IS DARK. K
Forewords: Plain and simple, we’re young and indestructible. When you’re young, bored, and have money to spend, what is there left to do but live your moment while you can?
Disclaimer: This fanfic does not reflect any of my own views. I don’t approve substance abuse, neither do I want to justify it. This is just a story about the mistakes/experiences that kids these days go through. I don’t own the characters, settings etc. The idea of this fic may be inspired by existing shows/books etc, and any similarities to other fan-fics are purely coincidental. The events that occur don’t represent the actual places mentioned. This is a work of pure fiction.
A/N: This story does not take place in Korea. Shinee are all Asian Americans here. This is my first fic, I hope you don't hate me. D:
Trailer, Prologue
Prologue
Kids these days. They’re hardheaded, strong willed and persistent. Adults find them obnoxious, but they’re mostly misunderstood. They know more than they let on, and they may be quiet, but don’t underestimate them. There’s a reason for all of the mistakes they make; and they make these mistakes for a reason.
What is your definition of perfection? What is your definition of life? Some say that you should live your life to the fullest, to treat every day as if it were the last. Many say to live in the moment, but to what point is all of this too much? Like the saying goes, “stop before you hurt yourself,” but in this day and age, who’s worried about getting hurt? Especially when you’re a cool kid, because cool kids can’t die; it’s a fact.
If I died now, I would know that I died enjoying myself, but is that really worth it? Of course it is, right? If you truly only live once, shouldn’t we just die doing everything in our desire instead of lying on our deathbed thinking of all the things you could have done? Or growing old, regretting that you didn’t use your youthful strength to do something that you, at your age can’t do anymore? Yes, doing it all definitely sounds like a better decision. But then why am I lying here with a nearly-burning hate for that type of lifestyle? And then I remembered that this type of life is what ruined him; he who could have been so successful. This lifestyle is the one who completely changed him. This life is what took his opportunities away, and this life is what caused him to stop trying. It ruined us. It ruined what we all could have been.
Maybe there is a limit then, but we obviously haven’t found it; in fact, we may have already passed it. I want us all to turn back, but that seems far from possible now…but what if we did it together?
I let out a laugh, and I almost cried doing so.
We were piled up on the same couch, smoke surrounding us. Intoxicated mumbling that was louder than it should have been, and dizzy spinning was all that I could sense. What did we get ourselves in to? I wasn’t surprised when his laugh followed after mine, the difference was that he actually seemed pleased with himself. I doubt he even knew what he was doing, though. He put his head on my shoulder and laughed again, pressing his lips on to my neck, not that I really felt it.
“I’m so fucking wasted,” he mumbled. Yeah, you know what else is wasted? Our fucking lives.
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AN: Harro, I know this prologue is short, but it was the most I could write without spoiling everything. x) Please wait for the next chapter :D I will post again within a week~ LOLOLOL I just realized that I feel terrible for posting an angsty fic during Valentines month x)
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