Drug Addict + Neglected Boyfriend
2 Vers. - One having to do with jealousy, others having to do w/ bad stuff.
Version 1:
It's dark in the club and the music is pumping loudly in the speakers as he walks through, weaving his way past bodies dancing and grinding into each other. It's so dark hardly anyone could see jack shit and his shades didn't make things any better. Not to mention the horrid reeking odor of sex, drugs, and alcohol seems to permeate from the very walls and fibers of the carpet. It made his nose crinkle with disgust.
He briefly wonders what the heck he's doing in a place like this that reeks of everything he's been trying to stay away from and then some before he spots who he's looking for in the first place.
But one glimpse at the person he's been looking for reminds him why he's here in the first place, because he needs to get his fix, and fast. With a wad of cash in hand, he walks toward his dealer, in the usual spot in the back of the club in the shaddiest corner possible.
It's dark in the club and the music is pumping loudly in the speakers as he walks through, weaving his way past bodies dancing and grinding into each other. It's so dark hardly anyone could see jack shit and his shades didn't make things any better. Not to mention the horrid reeking odor of sex, drugs, and alcohol seems to permeate from the very walls and fibers of the carpet. It made his nose crinkle with disgust.
He briefly wonders what the heck he's doing in a place like this that reeks of everything he's been trying to stay away from and then some before he spots who he's looking for in the first place.
But one glimpse at the person he's been looking for reminds him why he's here in the first place, because he needs to get his fix, and fast. With a wad of cash in hand, he walks toward his dealer, in the usual spot in the back of the club in the shaddiest corner possible.
He's been trying to stay away from this shit but he's fucking hooked, addicted. It's hard to come off of the stuff once you've done it a number of times.
"Well well, if it isn't the little bastard. Come back for more eh? Knew you wouldn't last." his dealer scoffs smuggly, smirking in mirth at having won his bet.
"Fuck off, Bae," he growls out irratably, "Just give me my fix and I'll be outta here in a heartbeat." he continues with a scowl marring his features.
And I won't have to see your ugly fucking face anymore, either. He thinks bitterly as he hands Youngbae the wad of cash.
"Sheesh. Irritable lately, now aren't we?" Youngbae rolls his eyes as he descreetly pulls out the cocaine and low dose of crystal meth from his pocket, handing it as inconspicuously as possible to Seunghyun. It was dry, powdered, since he doesn't do needles. They just don't appeal to him, he's basically a cowardly bitch afraid of needles. Not to mention mainlining was just way too unsanitary. He just doesn't like them. He thinks he could do just fine by snorting, it gives him the same high.
He pockets the shit and is quick to high tail it outta there, making sure to not crash into anyone on his way out. He calls this stuff he's pitifully addicted to shit because lord knows it isn't any good for your body, even if it is the best damn quality he's ever had the chance to lay his hands upon.
But with his itching urge to get high right that instant knaws at him, prompting him to just get shitting high right then and there. Biting his lip in thought, he decides, what the hell. Fuck it, he might as well just get high here. He really hopes that he doesn't get busted tonight, he's gone long enough without the addicting shit and it's driving him mad, each passing second driving him up the wall of irritableness.
"Uuugh." he growls to himself as he decides to turn around and makes a beeline for the bathroom anyways, having to makes his way past the clumped, sweating bodies with difficulty.
He's nowhere near the bathroom and somehow the blood in his veins seems to pulse louder the longer it takes him to get there.
With lots of pushing, shoving, and plenty of inappropriate touching to spare, Seunghyun can barely make out the sight of the restroom, not the door itself-but the general vicinity of it. It's surprising how big this club is despite the mass of people all around.
Right before he can take another step; however, he crashes into someone with blond hair and he's sent staggering, nearly pulling the stranger down with him in his klutzy spaced out mindset.
"Yah! Watch where the fuck you're going!" Seunghyun growls between clenched teeth.
--
Version 2:
It's dark in the club and the music is pumping loudly in the speakers as he walks through, weaving his way past bodies dancing and grinding into each other. It's so dark hardly anyone could see jack shit and his shades didn't make things any better. Not to mention the horrid reeking odor of sex, drugs, and alcohol seems to permeate from the very walls and fibers of the carpet. It made his nose crinkle with disgust.
He briefly wonders what the heck he's doing in a place like this that reeks of everything he's been trying to stay away from and then some before he spots who he's looking for in the first place.
"Ji!" he calls out over the loud music and chattering and clinking of glasses. He really hopes he was able to hear him despite all the loud noises all around but is dissappointed when he recieves no response.
He continues to weave his way through the bustling bodies and tables until he's almost reached Jiyong, an arm's length away when he hears (and sees) something that stops him in his tracks.
"Ne~ maknae!" and he can see Jiyong throw an arm over the maknae sitting beside him with a huge grin upon his face. It gives him a sense of disappointment because he was thinking he could spend some time alone with his boyfriend, just the two of them. But apparently Ji wanted to go clubbing with the maknae and everyone else instead.
With a sense of slight dejection, he instead sighs and with a slight slump, walks over to an empty barstool beside Daesung, greeting everyone with a forced smile that he hopes would pass as real.
Seunghyun takes a glance over toward where Jiyong sat, only to be greeted by the sight of him laying his head upon Seungri's shoulder, wide grin still in place, talking animatedly about something as he pinces Seungri's cheek.
"Maknae, so cute!" Jiyong exclaims meanwhile pinching Seungri's cheeks to death. Seungri looks uncomfortably irritated as he tries to bat away Jiyong's hands, but failing to look serious as a smile spread across his features anyway.
"Hyung!" Jiyong calls out as he took a short break from bullying the maknae. Seunghyun briefly looked up incase he was calling out for him, but was mistaken when Jiyong instead throws an arm over Bae's shoulders as he whispers something into his ear secretively. A crestfallen expression overtakes his face as disappointment is filled within his heart once again.
Why won't he pay any attention to him? It give him this slight zing in his heart but he chooses to ignore the feeling, instead trying to persuade himself into thinking other thoughts, telling himself words of encouragement.
Another hour passes by and it seems that Jiyong is intent on not talking or paying any attention to him so Seunghyun instead sighs and gets up from his seat. With a dejected expression and heavy heart, Seunghyun makes his way toward the exit of the club.
Version 1:
It's dark in the club and the music is pumping loudly in the speakers as he walks through, weaving his way past bodies dancing and grinding into each other. It's so dark hardly anyone could see jack shit and his shades didn't make things any better. Not to mention the horrid reeking odor of sex, drugs, and alcohol seems to permeate from the very walls and fibers of the carpet. It made his nose crinkle with disgust.
He briefly wonders what the heck he's doing in a place like this that reeks of everything he's been trying to stay away from and then some before he spots who he's looking for in the first place.
But one glimpse at the person he's been looking for reminds him why he's here in the first place, because he needs to get his fix, and fast. With a wad of cash in hand, he walks toward his dealer, in the usual spot in the back of the club in the shaddiest corner possible.
It's dark in the club and the music is pumping loudly in the speakers as he walks through, weaving his way past bodies dancing and grinding into each other. It's so dark hardly anyone could see jack shit and his shades didn't make things any better. Not to mention the horrid reeking odor of sex, drugs, and alcohol seems to permeate from the very walls and fibers of the carpet. It made his nose crinkle with disgust.
He briefly wonders what the heck he's doing in a place like this that reeks of everything he's been trying to stay away from and then some before he spots who he's looking for in the first place.
But one glimpse at the person he's been looking for reminds him why he's here in the first place, because he needs to get his fix, and fast. With a wad of cash in hand, he walks toward his dealer, in the usual spot in the back of the club in the shaddiest corner possible.
He's been trying to stay away from this shit but he's fucking hooked, addicted. It's hard to come off of the stuff once you've done it a number of times.
"Well well, if it isn't the little bastard. Come back for more eh? Knew you wouldn't last." his dealer scoffs smuggly, smirking in mirth at having won his bet.
"Fuck off, Bae," he growls out irratably, "Just give me my fix and I'll be outta here in a heartbeat." he continues with a scowl marring his features.
And I won't have to see your ugly fucking face anymore, either. He thinks bitterly as he hands Youngbae the wad of cash.
"Sheesh. Irritable lately, now aren't we?" Youngbae rolls his eyes as he descreetly pulls out the cocaine and low dose of crystal meth from his pocket, handing it as inconspicuously as possible to Seunghyun. It was dry, powdered, since he doesn't do needles. They just don't appeal to him, he's basically a cowardly bitch afraid of needles. Not to mention mainlining was just way too unsanitary. He just doesn't like them. He thinks he could do just fine by snorting, it gives him the same high.
He pockets the shit and is quick to high tail it outta there, making sure to not crash into anyone on his way out. He calls this stuff he's pitifully addicted to shit because lord knows it isn't any good for your body, even if it is the best damn quality he's ever had the chance to lay his hands upon.
But with his itching urge to get high right that instant knaws at him, prompting him to just get shitting high right then and there. Biting his lip in thought, he decides, what the hell. Fuck it, he might as well just get high here. He really hopes that he doesn't get busted tonight, he's gone long enough without the addicting shit and it's driving him mad, each passing second driving him up the wall of irritableness.
"Uuugh." he growls to himself as he decides to turn around and makes a beeline for the bathroom anyways, having to makes his way past the clumped, sweating bodies with difficulty.
He's nowhere near the bathroom and somehow the blood in his veins seems to pulse louder the longer it takes him to get there.
With lots of pushing, shoving, and plenty of inappropriate touching to spare, Seunghyun can barely make out the sight of the restroom, not the door itself-but the general vicinity of it. It's surprising how big this club is despite the mass of people all around.
Right before he can take another step; however, he crashes into someone with blond hair and he's sent staggering, nearly pulling the stranger down with him in his klutzy spaced out mindset.
"Yah! Watch where the fuck you're going!" Seunghyun growls between clenched teeth.
--
Version 2:
It's dark in the club and the music is pumping loudly in the speakers as he walks through, weaving his way past bodies dancing and grinding into each other. It's so dark hardly anyone could see jack shit and his shades didn't make things any better. Not to mention the horrid reeking odor of sex, drugs, and alcohol seems to permeate from the very walls and fibers of the carpet. It made his nose crinkle with disgust.
He briefly wonders what the heck he's doing in a place like this that reeks of everything he's been trying to stay away from and then some before he spots who he's looking for in the first place.
"Ji!" he calls out over the loud music and chattering and clinking of glasses. He really hopes he was able to hear him despite all the loud noises all around but is dissappointed when he recieves no response.
He continues to weave his way through the bustling bodies and tables until he's almost reached Jiyong, an arm's length away when he hears (and sees) something that stops him in his tracks.
"Ne~ maknae!" and he can see Jiyong throw an arm over the maknae sitting beside him with a huge grin upon his face. It gives him a sense of disappointment because he was thinking he could spend some time alone with his boyfriend, just the two of them. But apparently Ji wanted to go clubbing with the maknae and everyone else instead.
With a sense of slight dejection, he instead sighs and with a slight slump, walks over to an empty barstool beside Daesung, greeting everyone with a forced smile that he hopes would pass as real.
Seunghyun takes a glance over toward where Jiyong sat, only to be greeted by the sight of him laying his head upon Seungri's shoulder, wide grin still in place, talking animatedly about something as he pinces Seungri's cheek.
"Maknae, so cute!" Jiyong exclaims meanwhile pinching Seungri's cheeks to death. Seungri looks uncomfortably irritated as he tries to bat away Jiyong's hands, but failing to look serious as a smile spread across his features anyway.
"Hyung!" Jiyong calls out as he took a short break from bullying the maknae. Seunghyun briefly looked up incase he was calling out for him, but was mistaken when Jiyong instead throws an arm over Bae's shoulders as he whispers something into his ear secretively. A crestfallen expression overtakes his face as disappointment is filled within his heart once again.
Why won't he pay any attention to him? It give him this slight zing in his heart but he chooses to ignore the feeling, instead trying to persuade himself into thinking other thoughts, telling himself words of encouragement.
Another hour passes by and it seems that Jiyong is intent on not talking or paying any attention to him so Seunghyun instead sighs and gets up from his seat. With a dejected expression and heavy heart, Seunghyun makes his way toward the exit of the club.