Oneshot. De-stress.
Title De-stress
Rating PG-13 for a bit of language and drugs.
Pairing KyuMin and maybe some KyuWook if you squint.
Summary Normal people de-stress by going to the spa, reading, talking to friends.
Notes Heroin is bad for you! Don't do it.
de-stress
Normal people de-stress by going to the spa, reading, talking to friends. You de-stress by snorting a line of heroin (that you keep in a tiny screw-top container in your sock drawer) up your nose and waiting for that feeling of sinking away into nothingness when you flop onto your bed.
When the drug takes effect it makes you think, Now, that wasn't so bad, and, It's the end of another day, and, Tomorrow I can start again, and you fall asleep before your roommate Ryeowook stumbles in, all ready heavy-lidded and in need of rest.
It isn't an addiction because you only use it at night, after your entire day is over. You don't need it in between meals, during water breaks. You don't crave it. Instead, it's reflex that after a hard day, your hand reaches underneath your socks to find that small jar.
You don't have a problem.
At least, you don't think you do.
But then, one night, you go to sleep, and it takes you five days to wake up.
"Wha'happened?" you manage to slur. Your mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton balls and something beside your head is beeping steadily. You notice at first that the room is very white as you blink away the sleep from your eyes.
"You were asleep for five days," a figure says from the foot of the bed. You make out black hair and small lips. Ryeowook.
"What?"
"Kyuhyun," he begins, almost pleading, but you don't know for what. "You were in a drug-induced coma. The doctor said you could have died. I had no idea you were using heroin!"
"Huh," you manage decisively. Drug-induced coma. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
"They want you to go to rehab. But SM won't allow it; it'll create too much of a scandal."
You manage to echo the only concept you grasped: "Rehab? For what?"
"For your heroin problem," Ryeowook grits. You wonder where everyone else is. Then you realize that Sungmin is sleeping, curled up on the visitor's chair in the corner. "But you aren't going there," he continues. "You're staying in the apartment, with someone with you at all times, so that you don't use again."
"It won't be a problem," you say. It was never a problem.
Sungmin stays with you the first day. He keeps asking you things like, "Are you hungry?" and "How do you feel, now?" and you're fine, just fine, until at night you reach into your sock drawer and can't find your jar.
"Where is it?" you hiss at your hyung.
"Where's what?"
He's keeping it from me, you think. He doesn't want me to have it.
"Where is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He starts to back away, and you think you know why. The anger radiating from your body in waves--you can feel it. Blindly, you lunge toward him and feel your fingers pressing against his neck. You just need a fix. Just a little fucking fix. You need it you need it you need it, and some of these thoughts must find their way out of your lips, because Sungmin beneath you is choking out, "I can't give you any, Kyuhyun! I can't!"
You scream.
"You're hurting me!" Sungmin cries. Your head hurts and it's cold. Suddenly, you realize what your fingers are doing, and you jump away, eventually sitting against the foot of the bed, shocked at your actions. "I'm sorry," you're mumbling, over and over again. Sungmin sits down next to you cautiously and puts an arm around your shoulders.
"It's okay," he says. "It's normal. You're going through withdrawal."
You shiver. Your voice shakes when you tell him, "My head's killing me," and you lean against his shoulder. He lets you rest there. "I had a problem, didn't I?"
He sighs, his arm around you tightening. You wonder, What is he going to protect me from? Sungmin says, "Yeah, but we'll get through this. Together, okay?"
You bury your face into his neck and try not to think about that lovely, white powder.
end
[AN] comments and concrit appreciated.
-quix.
Rating PG-13 for a bit of language and drugs.
Pairing KyuMin and maybe some KyuWook if you squint.
Summary Normal people de-stress by going to the spa, reading, talking to friends.
Notes Heroin is bad for you! Don't do it.
de-stress
Normal people de-stress by going to the spa, reading, talking to friends. You de-stress by snorting a line of heroin (that you keep in a tiny screw-top container in your sock drawer) up your nose and waiting for that feeling of sinking away into nothingness when you flop onto your bed.
When the drug takes effect it makes you think, Now, that wasn't so bad, and, It's the end of another day, and, Tomorrow I can start again, and you fall asleep before your roommate Ryeowook stumbles in, all ready heavy-lidded and in need of rest.
It isn't an addiction because you only use it at night, after your entire day is over. You don't need it in between meals, during water breaks. You don't crave it. Instead, it's reflex that after a hard day, your hand reaches underneath your socks to find that small jar.
You don't have a problem.
At least, you don't think you do.
But then, one night, you go to sleep, and it takes you five days to wake up.
"Wha'happened?" you manage to slur. Your mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton balls and something beside your head is beeping steadily. You notice at first that the room is very white as you blink away the sleep from your eyes.
"You were asleep for five days," a figure says from the foot of the bed. You make out black hair and small lips. Ryeowook.
"What?"
"Kyuhyun," he begins, almost pleading, but you don't know for what. "You were in a drug-induced coma. The doctor said you could have died. I had no idea you were using heroin!"
"Huh," you manage decisively. Drug-induced coma. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
"They want you to go to rehab. But SM won't allow it; it'll create too much of a scandal."
You manage to echo the only concept you grasped: "Rehab? For what?"
"For your heroin problem," Ryeowook grits. You wonder where everyone else is. Then you realize that Sungmin is sleeping, curled up on the visitor's chair in the corner. "But you aren't going there," he continues. "You're staying in the apartment, with someone with you at all times, so that you don't use again."
"It won't be a problem," you say. It was never a problem.
Sungmin stays with you the first day. He keeps asking you things like, "Are you hungry?" and "How do you feel, now?" and you're fine, just fine, until at night you reach into your sock drawer and can't find your jar.
"Where is it?" you hiss at your hyung.
"Where's what?"
He's keeping it from me, you think. He doesn't want me to have it.
"Where is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He starts to back away, and you think you know why. The anger radiating from your body in waves--you can feel it. Blindly, you lunge toward him and feel your fingers pressing against his neck. You just need a fix. Just a little fucking fix. You need it you need it you need it, and some of these thoughts must find their way out of your lips, because Sungmin beneath you is choking out, "I can't give you any, Kyuhyun! I can't!"
You scream.
"You're hurting me!" Sungmin cries. Your head hurts and it's cold. Suddenly, you realize what your fingers are doing, and you jump away, eventually sitting against the foot of the bed, shocked at your actions. "I'm sorry," you're mumbling, over and over again. Sungmin sits down next to you cautiously and puts an arm around your shoulders.
"It's okay," he says. "It's normal. You're going through withdrawal."
You shiver. Your voice shakes when you tell him, "My head's killing me," and you lean against his shoulder. He lets you rest there. "I had a problem, didn't I?"
He sighs, his arm around you tightening. You wonder, What is he going to protect me from? Sungmin says, "Yeah, but we'll get through this. Together, okay?"
You bury your face into his neck and try not to think about that lovely, white powder.
end
[AN] comments and concrit appreciated.
-quix.