This is it, the Apocalypse {Tao/LuHan PG-13}
Title: This is it, the Apocalypse.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Pairing: Tao/LuHan
Warning: Medicine abuse
Type: One-Shot
W/C: 1819
A/N: This was based on Macklemore's Otherside. I highly suggest listening to that while you read it.
The styrofoam cup felt so heavy in his hand where it dangled over the frayed armrest of the old chair he was in. His mind wandered and his eyes roamed the room, scanning over the little things, like the wallpaper peeling up by the ceiling over Kris' bed. He barely picked up on the sounds of the night traffic outside his open window and the faint conversation of the people walking by.
The smell of lilac wafted in on the hot, humid breeze from outside but it did nothing to soothe him, although the faint scent of cigarette smoke Kris had left behind from that afternoon did.
He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, slowly inhaling in a deep breath, holding it and letting his head start to cloud with lack of oxygen before he finally let it out. It was hot in the room and the humidity made his skin sticky. His loose sweats were sticking to his thighs and his sleeveless tee was damp with sweat by now. He couldn't have cared less.
He lazily opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, his cloudy gaze zeroing in on a piece of dangling gold chain from the old chandelier that Luhan had found at a thrift store and had wanted to have in their little home. Tao could still remember his smile after Kris had gone through the effort of installing it for him, but Luhan was gone now. All that was left was Kris.
He slowly rolled his head upright and let out one last soft sigh before bringing the cup to his dry, cracked lips and he tipped his head back to let the purple liquid fill his mouth. He let it sit inside his cheeks for a moment. He never wanted to swallow too fast.
Tao waited a moment before reaching over to fill his cup again with the Sprite and cough syrup, adding a few watermelon jolly ranchers and the Promethazine. His fingers stumbled and shook but he didn't notice.
He slowly stirred it with a chopstick he'd taken from Kris' leftover chinese box from the night before and lazily leaned over the edge of the chair to watch till it was ready. He'd never taken two shots before but he knew he would never be "that kid" who drank too much. It was only 2 after all.
He brought the cup slowly to his lips for the second time and managed to get half of it down. He swallowed it quickly. He forgot to savor it; the high was already beginning.
He reached over to the side table and fumbled around for a moment before finding the thickly rolled blunt that Kris had left him that morning, bringing it to his lips and managing to keep the paper between them. He felt around for the lighter, knocking an empty cup and some wrappers to the floor before finding it, bringing it to the end of the blunt and quickly lights it.
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as he inhaled long and slow. The smoke filled his lungs and he had to think about it a moment before he remembered to breathe back out, the smoke filling the air and surrounding him in a hazy cloud.
Tao didn't know how long it had been since he'd drank the mixed drink but the way his eyes had started to lose focus and the way his mind had started to stray from any coherent thoughts hinted it had been about 5 minutes or so, about the time it took to get to the high.
Sweat was starting to form at his temples and dripped down the side of his face. He didn't realize he'd started to tip to the side in his chair, propped up with one elbow on the edge of the chair with the blunt still in hand. Tao tried to lift his other hand to peek inside the styrofoam cup still clutched in his hold, wanting another sip but as soon as he tried lifting his arm the cup slipped from his grasp. He heard the faint hit of the cup to the carpet and the curse before he realized he was the one who'd said it. He sighed as he made his way to sit up.
He looked down to see the streaks of purple splattered across the light brown carpet and he just stared for a moment. Tao had already forgotten what he was staring at. His gaze grew unfocused and before he knew it, his mind was wandering once again, to things he had no idea if they were real or not in his state.
A lazy smile spread on his lips right as a quiet laugh was heard in the room. Tao tried to remember if he was the one who'd made the sound but he didn't have long to think before he heard a loud knock on the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. His head jerked up, a little to fast and he stopped for a moment, wondering if he had really heard the knock or if it had been a part of his daydream.
He tried to remember what daydream he'd just been having was but another knock to the door, louder and more urgent, signaled to him that it was, in fact, someone at his door.
Tao let out a heavy sigh as he struggled to make his way up and out of the old lounge chair, the velvet crushing under the weight of his palms. He might have called out to the person on the other side to wait a second, or he might have imagined it.
He was unbalanced as he stumbled the short distance to the front door a couple feet away. It felt like a took forever and the smile never left his lips. It took him a few seconds of fumbling and grumbles until he was able to get the chain slid out and the door open, leaving it open a crack and leaning on the doorframe to look out at who it was.
He should have known better. It was just another hallucination.
A moment went by before a sigh, softer than any he'd let out that night, left his lips and he slowly turned his gaze up to the hallway ceiling lights flickering as he listened to Luhan talking. His voice was just as soft as he remembered. Tao wanted to cry. The point of the drink was to forget and never remember, but instead he'd done the complete opposite.
Luhan fidgeted outside the door of the small apartment as he waited for Tao to answer. He was nervous and playing with a loose string on the hem of his old shirt, looking around at the grungy surroundings and shifting from foot to foot. There was sweat beading and dripping down his face from the humid heat of the night and he used the collar of his shirt to wipe it.
He wondered if Tao had heard him the first time so he knocked again, louder in case he was sleeping. He knew he was home. Kris had told him so when he'd happened to run into him while getting supper that night. They had talked and Kris had told him how they were doing, what they had been up to. Luhan had asked if Tao had moved on yet, and he didn't get the answer he was hoping he would have gotten.
"Tao, I know you're here so open up!" Luhan was about to knock again before he heard the fumbling of the chain lock, stilling his fidgeting and fixing his shirt quickly while he waited for Tao to open the door. The door slowly cracked open, just enough for Luhan to get a slight peak of him.
Luhan didn't know what he had been expecting. He'd imagined it so many times, wondering what Tao would look like now. Would he look better? Would he have cut his hair, dyed it, gotten bigger or smaller? Would he invite him in with a smile or would he slam the door in his face? What he saw wasn't part of any of his fantasies.
What Luhan was met with was Tao. Just…..Tao.
"Tao… Hi… I was wondering if you were doing okay, you know? Kris said- well you know I saw him when I was getting food and I saw him and we talked and…" His words slowly trailed off as soon as he started taking a closer look at the boy in front of him. His dark circles were just as bad as they usually were but looking closer at his eyes showed his pupils dilated. Totally shot. Sweat ran down his face and Luhan licked over his lips mindlessly as he watched a drop of it form at his chin, waiting patiently before it finally dripped off and to the floor.
Tao was high. Probably had been for a while now.
"Tao…. I'm gonna come in for a moment, alright?" Luhan spoke quietly and gently pushed the door open, making sure that Tao stepped back before slipping his way inside and shutting the door quietly behind him.
When he turned back to face Tao, he was slightly caught off guard by the slow, lazy smile forming on the boy's face. It almost scared LuHan.
"Tao…. We should sit. Are you okay..?" Luhan asked tentatively as he reached out to lightly grip his wrist and tug him to the couch. Tao's skin was as cold as ice and as soon as Luhan made contact with him, he let out a short but low laugh. Luhan had no idea what he found funny but he didn't have to think much about it before Tao was reaching an arm out and draping it over Luhan's shoulder, pulling him in close. Luhan tensed up the second he was within inches of pressing against the younger and the smell of the cough syrup was heavy on his breath as Tao struggled to breathe. It filled Luhan's head and clouded his thoughts with fear.
Luhan isn't quite sure what his reaction was supposed to be when Tao's unfocused gaze tried to focus on his lips, licking over them absentmindedly before he was leaning in and kissing him hard. Luhan gripped tightly at Tao's shirt as his mind raced with what to do, to push him, to punch him, fighting the urge to want to kiss him back.
Tao pulled back first, just enough to whisper incoherent things that Luhan just couldn't quite catch, his head starting to cloud as he leaned in a little after the boy, unsure still what was happening. Tao kept mumbling, even after his sweaty forehead attempted to press to Luhan's until finally he could catch what the boy was mumbling.
"Even in my dreams, you weren't supposed to come back."
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Pairing: Tao/LuHan
Warning: Medicine abuse
Type: One-Shot
W/C: 1819
A/N: This was based on Macklemore's Otherside. I highly suggest listening to that while you read it.
The styrofoam cup felt so heavy in his hand where it dangled over the frayed armrest of the old chair he was in. His mind wandered and his eyes roamed the room, scanning over the little things, like the wallpaper peeling up by the ceiling over Kris' bed. He barely picked up on the sounds of the night traffic outside his open window and the faint conversation of the people walking by.
The smell of lilac wafted in on the hot, humid breeze from outside but it did nothing to soothe him, although the faint scent of cigarette smoke Kris had left behind from that afternoon did.
He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, slowly inhaling in a deep breath, holding it and letting his head start to cloud with lack of oxygen before he finally let it out. It was hot in the room and the humidity made his skin sticky. His loose sweats were sticking to his thighs and his sleeveless tee was damp with sweat by now. He couldn't have cared less.
He lazily opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, his cloudy gaze zeroing in on a piece of dangling gold chain from the old chandelier that Luhan had found at a thrift store and had wanted to have in their little home. Tao could still remember his smile after Kris had gone through the effort of installing it for him, but Luhan was gone now. All that was left was Kris.
He slowly rolled his head upright and let out one last soft sigh before bringing the cup to his dry, cracked lips and he tipped his head back to let the purple liquid fill his mouth. He let it sit inside his cheeks for a moment. He never wanted to swallow too fast.
Tao waited a moment before reaching over to fill his cup again with the Sprite and cough syrup, adding a few watermelon jolly ranchers and the Promethazine. His fingers stumbled and shook but he didn't notice.
He slowly stirred it with a chopstick he'd taken from Kris' leftover chinese box from the night before and lazily leaned over the edge of the chair to watch till it was ready. He'd never taken two shots before but he knew he would never be "that kid" who drank too much. It was only 2 after all.
He brought the cup slowly to his lips for the second time and managed to get half of it down. He swallowed it quickly. He forgot to savor it; the high was already beginning.
He reached over to the side table and fumbled around for a moment before finding the thickly rolled blunt that Kris had left him that morning, bringing it to his lips and managing to keep the paper between them. He felt around for the lighter, knocking an empty cup and some wrappers to the floor before finding it, bringing it to the end of the blunt and quickly lights it.
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as he inhaled long and slow. The smoke filled his lungs and he had to think about it a moment before he remembered to breathe back out, the smoke filling the air and surrounding him in a hazy cloud.
Tao didn't know how long it had been since he'd drank the mixed drink but the way his eyes had started to lose focus and the way his mind had started to stray from any coherent thoughts hinted it had been about 5 minutes or so, about the time it took to get to the high.
Sweat was starting to form at his temples and dripped down the side of his face. He didn't realize he'd started to tip to the side in his chair, propped up with one elbow on the edge of the chair with the blunt still in hand. Tao tried to lift his other hand to peek inside the styrofoam cup still clutched in his hold, wanting another sip but as soon as he tried lifting his arm the cup slipped from his grasp. He heard the faint hit of the cup to the carpet and the curse before he realized he was the one who'd said it. He sighed as he made his way to sit up.
He looked down to see the streaks of purple splattered across the light brown carpet and he just stared for a moment. Tao had already forgotten what he was staring at. His gaze grew unfocused and before he knew it, his mind was wandering once again, to things he had no idea if they were real or not in his state.
A lazy smile spread on his lips right as a quiet laugh was heard in the room. Tao tried to remember if he was the one who'd made the sound but he didn't have long to think before he heard a loud knock on the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. His head jerked up, a little to fast and he stopped for a moment, wondering if he had really heard the knock or if it had been a part of his daydream.
He tried to remember what daydream he'd just been having was but another knock to the door, louder and more urgent, signaled to him that it was, in fact, someone at his door.
Tao let out a heavy sigh as he struggled to make his way up and out of the old lounge chair, the velvet crushing under the weight of his palms. He might have called out to the person on the other side to wait a second, or he might have imagined it.
He was unbalanced as he stumbled the short distance to the front door a couple feet away. It felt like a took forever and the smile never left his lips. It took him a few seconds of fumbling and grumbles until he was able to get the chain slid out and the door open, leaving it open a crack and leaning on the doorframe to look out at who it was.
He should have known better. It was just another hallucination.
A moment went by before a sigh, softer than any he'd let out that night, left his lips and he slowly turned his gaze up to the hallway ceiling lights flickering as he listened to Luhan talking. His voice was just as soft as he remembered. Tao wanted to cry. The point of the drink was to forget and never remember, but instead he'd done the complete opposite.
Luhan fidgeted outside the door of the small apartment as he waited for Tao to answer. He was nervous and playing with a loose string on the hem of his old shirt, looking around at the grungy surroundings and shifting from foot to foot. There was sweat beading and dripping down his face from the humid heat of the night and he used the collar of his shirt to wipe it.
He wondered if Tao had heard him the first time so he knocked again, louder in case he was sleeping. He knew he was home. Kris had told him so when he'd happened to run into him while getting supper that night. They had talked and Kris had told him how they were doing, what they had been up to. Luhan had asked if Tao had moved on yet, and he didn't get the answer he was hoping he would have gotten.
"Tao, I know you're here so open up!" Luhan was about to knock again before he heard the fumbling of the chain lock, stilling his fidgeting and fixing his shirt quickly while he waited for Tao to open the door. The door slowly cracked open, just enough for Luhan to get a slight peak of him.
Luhan didn't know what he had been expecting. He'd imagined it so many times, wondering what Tao would look like now. Would he look better? Would he have cut his hair, dyed it, gotten bigger or smaller? Would he invite him in with a smile or would he slam the door in his face? What he saw wasn't part of any of his fantasies.
What Luhan was met with was Tao. Just…..Tao.
"Tao… Hi… I was wondering if you were doing okay, you know? Kris said- well you know I saw him when I was getting food and I saw him and we talked and…" His words slowly trailed off as soon as he started taking a closer look at the boy in front of him. His dark circles were just as bad as they usually were but looking closer at his eyes showed his pupils dilated. Totally shot. Sweat ran down his face and Luhan licked over his lips mindlessly as he watched a drop of it form at his chin, waiting patiently before it finally dripped off and to the floor.
Tao was high. Probably had been for a while now.
"Tao…. I'm gonna come in for a moment, alright?" Luhan spoke quietly and gently pushed the door open, making sure that Tao stepped back before slipping his way inside and shutting the door quietly behind him.
When he turned back to face Tao, he was slightly caught off guard by the slow, lazy smile forming on the boy's face. It almost scared LuHan.
"Tao…. We should sit. Are you okay..?" Luhan asked tentatively as he reached out to lightly grip his wrist and tug him to the couch. Tao's skin was as cold as ice and as soon as Luhan made contact with him, he let out a short but low laugh. Luhan had no idea what he found funny but he didn't have to think much about it before Tao was reaching an arm out and draping it over Luhan's shoulder, pulling him in close. Luhan tensed up the second he was within inches of pressing against the younger and the smell of the cough syrup was heavy on his breath as Tao struggled to breathe. It filled Luhan's head and clouded his thoughts with fear.
Luhan isn't quite sure what his reaction was supposed to be when Tao's unfocused gaze tried to focus on his lips, licking over them absentmindedly before he was leaning in and kissing him hard. Luhan gripped tightly at Tao's shirt as his mind raced with what to do, to push him, to punch him, fighting the urge to want to kiss him back.
Tao pulled back first, just enough to whisper incoherent things that Luhan just couldn't quite catch, his head starting to cloud as he leaned in a little after the boy, unsure still what was happening. Tao kept mumbling, even after his sweaty forehead attempted to press to Luhan's until finally he could catch what the boy was mumbling.
"Even in my dreams, you weren't supposed to come back."