Hoseok once told her red ice makes people that way.
Makes them indolent.
Y/n thinks that was a lie.
When she's high, she can do everything she normally does, she just realises that none of it's worth the effort anymore.
Tw: Extremely dubious cons...
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Chapter One 1st July 2231
**1st July 2231**
Thirium, acetone, lithium, toluene, Erythroxylum coca, and... God knows what else.
Taehyung sure doesn't care, and it's not like Y/n would want to know what she's been stuffing her nostrils with either. He's pretty sure it wouldn't stop her anyway.
"I think that's enough for today." He coos, pinching her nose and smiling as she flinches in response, her hands clutching the sides of his thighs lest he try to leave her again. "If you're a good girl, I'll bring something special next time, hm?"
It hurts miserably when he puts a finger to the tip of her swollen nose. Y/n thinks she cries at some point, but she can't quite remember—
"You will?"
Taehyung doesn't care that he's got her dependent on the stuff. Doesn't care if it's hurting her.
"Yes, baby, I will."
As long as she's still pretty. Nothing but a porcelain doll on her knees for his appraisal. Besides, in this position he can't see how red her eyes are anyway.
Eternally beautiful.
And isn't destroying something so beautiful just brilliant? It has such an amazing bouquet. It's like the finest of wines.
It really is the quintessence of satisfaction for any demon.
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Y/n's world had become a dizzying blend of euphoria and despair, a rollercoaster ride she couldn't escape. Her memories blurred, moments of clarity became rarer, replaced by a fog of chemical bliss and agony. The days bled into each other, indistinguishable, as she danced on the edge of oblivion.
Taehyung watched her with a mix of detachment and fascination. He had crafted her dependence meticulously, each substance carefully chosen to erode her will and amplify her need. He enjoyed this power, the control over her fragile existence. It was a twisted art form, and she was his masterpiece.
"Do you remember when we first met?" he asked, his voice soft, almost tender.
Y/n's head lolled, her eyes struggling to focus on his face. Memories of their first encounter were hazy, overshadowed by the intensity of her current state. She managed a weak nod, more out of instinct than true recollection.
"You were so full of fire then," he mused, running a hand through her hair. "I knew I had to have you. To mold you."
Her breath hitched as a shiver ran down her spine. The remnants of her former self flickered within her, a spark of resistance that Taehyung was determined to snuff out completely.
