"Look at me," he began, his voice cracking in the process. "Look at me dammit!"
The tears had already spilled but fortunately, they weren't visible to him. Shaking uncontrollably, his arms were spread.
"Serre-moi dans tes bras très fort, à me fair...
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(TW: mentions of drugs (well if u call marijuana a drug idk and also very very touchy scenes))
The room had been dark, only the light coming from outside shining through the window. This was the way Seokjin liked it.
Taehyung walked into the room, smiling at his hyung sitting on the couch. He had been rolling a joint for their little sesh.
"I'm already so high, hyung." The younger's deep voice entered Jin's ear, immediately having shivers creep up on him. Taehyung took a seat on the couch across from him.
Seokjin raised a brow, "Smoked earlier?" Taehyung nodded which made him chuckle. "Of course you did. I swear you smoke everyday."
The ex actress laid back into the couch, a smirk forming on his lips. Seokjin hated that smirk, he had to turn away quickly after that.
"I don't...but often though. I just like the way it makes me feel," Taehyung answered, watching the elder put the joint to his lips.
Seokjin lit the joint before slightly inhaling before moving it away from his lips and letting the smoke leave his lips. He began, "How does it make you feel?"
He locked eyes with the other black haired man, "Alive." Taking the joint from Seokjin, he continued, "Makes me forget about my problems and I feel less tense when I smoke."
"Me too...sometimes," Seokjin whispered, watching Taehyung smoke the joint. The way the two of them had just been sitting in the dark, smoking and talking was making Seokjin feel hot.
He began to recall the time where they had smoked in the dark apartment of Seokjin's when he hated him. He recalled the same moment that he felt like his whole body was on fire.
He was feeling that exact same way though this time he didn't want it to stop. Not one damn bit.
"You're staring at me, hyung." Seokjin pulled away from his thoughts to see Taehyung watching him with a smirk but also furrowed brows.
"Just pass me the joint, loser." The elder grabbed the joint while the younger laughed. The two of them continued their sesh, talking about random things that the two of them could think of.
An hour had eventually passed, and the two of them were buzzed with the amount of marijuana that had filled the room. Seokjin had been leaned back into the couch, his eyes closed and feeling as if he was laying on a soft, fluffy cloud.
Meanwhile, Taehyung's blood shot eyes were burning into Seokjin. Watching him lay back into the couch, his legs spread apart like that and his head towards the ceiling which showed his neck veins.
