Sweetness [Drabble]
Title: Sweetness
Author: erodedveins
Rating: R (for swearing)
Genre: Angst
Pairing(s): Jongho
Wordcount: 539
Warning: implied!Character death, drug use
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Minho felt like the blood in his veins was sweeter than vanilla after their performance in Madison Square Garden. The pills that Eunhyuk had given him made him feel so much better than he normally would have. He was smiling and laughing, and being generally outgoing. He told his bandmates that he was going to hang out with some of his SuJu hyungs in their hotel room, not noticing the frowns on their faces.
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When he managed to get back into his hotel room at nearly 4am, he didn’t notice Jonghyun on the couch. He was still keyed up and ready to go, occasionally twitching. He went to his bed anyway, and fell asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow. His body was more tired than he thought.
It only seemed like minutes later when he was shaken awake. Jonghyun looked furious, but all he said was that it was time to go back to head to the airport. He ignored Minho for the rest of the day. When they walked blearily into their dorm, Jonghyun headed straight to their shared room, not even bothering to try talking to Minho.
What he wouldn’t give for one of those sweet pills from Eunhyuk. He could really use one right about now.
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Minho stumbled down the stairs, finally coming to at the bottom. He was on his knees, laughing and laughing. He crawled to the couch and curled up next to a visibly startled Onew. He didn’t even notice how badly his knees were hurting. He was feeling way too sweet.
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It was several days after that that Minho finally realized that Jonghyun had completely quit talking to him. It was like, to Jonghyun, Minho didn’t even exist anymore. And Minho was surprised with how bad it actually hurt.
He approached their bedroom with trepidation. Minho couldn’t even feel Jonghyun’s anger anymore. It was unnerving. He opened the door finding Jonghyun lounging on his bed with his laptop. He looked calm, but Minho couldn’t be sure. He sat down at the foot of Jonghyun’s bed, hoping that it would be enough to alert Jonghyun to his presence. But Jonghyun took no notice of Minho.
“Jonghyun-hyung?” Minho started to panic. Maybe it was bad enough that Jonghyun really did - “Yes?” Minho sighed in relief.
“Why don’t you talk to me anymore? Is it something I did, something I sai-,” “Yeah, it’s something you did, alright,” Minho flinched at the anger in Jonghyun’s voice. “You take those goddamn pills like they’re candy. I don’t like it, Minho-yah. Besides I don’t associate with drug addicts,” And with that, Jonghyun got up and muttered something about going to the gym, not giving Minho a chance to defend himself.
But- he wasn’t an addict… was he? Uncertainty clouded his thoughts.
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The room seemed like it was spinning, and Minho was feeling dizzy. Truthfully, he felt a little ill. Was he green? The stray thought caused him to laugh before he felt a painful spasm in his chest. That turned his laughs into painful sobs. Jonghyun busted into their room, cradling his head with his hands. Minho wondered absentmindedly why Jonghyun was crying.
He’d only wanted to feel sweet.
Author: erodedveins
Rating: R (for swearing)
Genre: Angst
Pairing(s): Jongho
Wordcount: 539
Warning: implied!Character death, drug use
~~
Minho felt like the blood in his veins was sweeter than vanilla after their performance in Madison Square Garden. The pills that Eunhyuk had given him made him feel so much better than he normally would have. He was smiling and laughing, and being generally outgoing. He told his bandmates that he was going to hang out with some of his SuJu hyungs in their hotel room, not noticing the frowns on their faces.
-
When he managed to get back into his hotel room at nearly 4am, he didn’t notice Jonghyun on the couch. He was still keyed up and ready to go, occasionally twitching. He went to his bed anyway, and fell asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow. His body was more tired than he thought.
It only seemed like minutes later when he was shaken awake. Jonghyun looked furious, but all he said was that it was time to go back to head to the airport. He ignored Minho for the rest of the day. When they walked blearily into their dorm, Jonghyun headed straight to their shared room, not even bothering to try talking to Minho.
What he wouldn’t give for one of those sweet pills from Eunhyuk. He could really use one right about now.
-
Minho stumbled down the stairs, finally coming to at the bottom. He was on his knees, laughing and laughing. He crawled to the couch and curled up next to a visibly startled Onew. He didn’t even notice how badly his knees were hurting. He was feeling way too sweet.
-
It was several days after that that Minho finally realized that Jonghyun had completely quit talking to him. It was like, to Jonghyun, Minho didn’t even exist anymore. And Minho was surprised with how bad it actually hurt.
He approached their bedroom with trepidation. Minho couldn’t even feel Jonghyun’s anger anymore. It was unnerving. He opened the door finding Jonghyun lounging on his bed with his laptop. He looked calm, but Minho couldn’t be sure. He sat down at the foot of Jonghyun’s bed, hoping that it would be enough to alert Jonghyun to his presence. But Jonghyun took no notice of Minho.
“Jonghyun-hyung?” Minho started to panic. Maybe it was bad enough that Jonghyun really did - “Yes?” Minho sighed in relief.
“Why don’t you talk to me anymore? Is it something I did, something I sai-,” “Yeah, it’s something you did, alright,” Minho flinched at the anger in Jonghyun’s voice. “You take those goddamn pills like they’re candy. I don’t like it, Minho-yah. Besides I don’t associate with drug addicts,” And with that, Jonghyun got up and muttered something about going to the gym, not giving Minho a chance to defend himself.
But- he wasn’t an addict… was he? Uncertainty clouded his thoughts.
-
The room seemed like it was spinning, and Minho was feeling dizzy. Truthfully, he felt a little ill. Was he green? The stray thought caused him to laugh before he felt a painful spasm in his chest. That turned his laughs into painful sobs. Jonghyun busted into their room, cradling his head with his hands. Minho wondered absentmindedly why Jonghyun was crying.
He’d only wanted to feel sweet.