addiction - hyunchan

two

chan and hyunjin both attended the community college while their friends had bigger and better goals in life. having been stuck in the same school since their inconvenient accident was extremely unfortunate for the two.

today was the first saturday hyunjin had woken up at a time earlier than...afternoon. as of now it was 9AM and he was wide awake not understanding why. he turned over to what he thought was a usually vacant bed in his dorm room since he had managed to drive out any roommate with his lowlife exhaustion that lurked around the depressing room, but there happened to be a peacefully sleeping male laying there.

"when the fuck did i get a roommate" he mumbled. although he'd had this roommate for the past 3 weeks he just forgot sometimes when he woke up. so with lack of motivation but the constant sparks in his brain telling him to move, he came upon agreement with himself that he'd finally, for once, do something with his life. he got up from his bed and walked over to the 'stranger' occupying the other bed and poked him. "wake up." he spoke monotonously.

the male turned over and was startled to see a handsome but dead looking male bent over him, casting a shadow over his body. "hyunjin- what the hell!?" he said pushing the older away.

"oh- seungmin, hi" hyunjin smiled. He wasn't remembering what he intended to do as he walked over to his roommate in the first place, but he proceeded to now crawl into the bed with the younger boy who immediately kicked him.

A loud thump shook the surrounding furniture and echoed through the room. "hey- what the fuck was that for, you stupid cunt?! my back still hurts from—"

"take a fucking shower- and for god sake if you're going to be high all the fucking time, at least clean up your shit or i'll leave like every one of your dorm mates have- oh or just anyone in general. i'm here to try and be a friend, but if i step on one more goddamn needle in this room i'll leave." seungmin didn't like to raise his voice nor yell at the addict but he couldn't help but get frustrated with the guys circumstances. this was also one of the first times he's actually had an encounter with hyunjin in there dorm since their schedules were almost the opposite and the addict took most of his free time either sleeping or staring at the ceiling, too high to feel the presence of another person.

"blah blah blah, suck my dick." hyunjin spoke while puppet talking with his hand as he crawled back towards his bed. "you'll leave anyways, what do i care."

seungmin sighed and held the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he had to show hyunjin that he needed to care. at this point it was a necessity to realize it was a problem or else he'll die. "just go take a fucking shower hyunjin. it's been like 4 days."

...

hyunjin took his long needed shower while seungmin attempted to clean that poor boys side of the room. he clearly needed some serious help. and from the information seungmin has gathered, he's been addicted for 4 and a half years now. hyunjin would be turning twenty in a few months and that would mark the official 5 years of his constant high. it was upsetting to think about.

as much as the younger wanted to flush all his drugs, he knew the addict would just find more. he also knew that taking away his drugs all at once could potentially kill him. to an extent, withdrawl is capable killing you after your body has adapted and become reliant on some of the drugs. it's a shame he'd gotten himself into this situation. seungmin wanted to help, but hadn't a clue of where to start. he'd only known hyunjin for roughly a month, which limited his knowledge of what he was like or who he was friends with— thats if if he had any at all.

for the most part the room was clean and hyunjin had finished his shower just as seungmin was touching up. "seungmin!" a clear shout was heard from the bathroom. "get me clean clothes!"

"how'd he forget his clothes?" seungmin mumbled walking over to the dresser. he pulled open the top drawer which unfortunately was the sock drawer that smelt of cannabis and was filled with poorly drug stuffed socks. "fucking hell hyunjin" he continued searching through the drawers until completing an outfit of gray sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, topping it off with black socks from his own dresser that didn't reek of substances.

he knocked on the door to the bathroom softly yet it still creaked open since hyunjin never knew how to close a fucking door. "omg are you trying to see me naked?!" hyunjin gasped dramatically taking the clothes from seungmins hands.

"no...id rather not. anyways, when you're dressed, would you like to go out to eat somewhere?" seungmin stood on the opposite side of the now closed door, close enough to converse.

"why don't you want to see me naked, i'm really hot...wait—are you asking me out?...that's fucking gay" hyunjin scoffed sliding the t-shirt over his head.

"hyunjin- i'm asking you to go eat somewhere because i guarantee the last time you had a proper meal was months ago. so we're going whether you like it or not."

"i have plans"

"okay sure, with who?"

"myself"

"mhm doing what, getting high?"

"yeah and jacking off to be honest. seems a bit more important than a date with my roomie. plus i'm not hungry anyways"

"you're so- ugh. you understand you're not hungry because of your nicotine intake right? it signals your brain as if you were eating. you need food or else you're going to die" that's if the drugs don't get you first.

"and if i die so what. i'm not suicidal or anything, i just wouldn't care if i died." hyunjin stepped out of the bathroom looking somewhat presentable for the first time in a long time. seungmin got so caught up in staring at the addicts body he didn't realize the sly smirk forming on hyunjins face. "keep looking at me like that and i might actually fuck y-"

"stop talking before you say something you regret." seungmin rolled his eyes and grabbed hyunjins frail wrist. "now let's go"

"wait i'm not ready i need my-"

"i grabbed your cigarettes, that's enough to get you through an hour, now come on, we're meeting someone-"

"cigarettes!? i barely even smoke those. now let go of me! i need my shit dammit!" hyunjin raised his voice and broke away from seungmins hold.

seungmin stood a bit shaken up at the door and examined the addicts skittish and annoyed body language. the male rummaged through his sock drawer and pulled out a tiny clear baggie and dumped some of the substance onto his dresser top before breathing it in through is left nostril and switching to his right to get what he missed. tilting his head back at that one exotic exciting sensation he felt surging through every inch of his body, he smiled softly at the fact he felt good.

seungmin frowned at the sight of his roommate in such a horrid state to be living his life on a constant unsafe high. he'd really hoped that maybe one day he could help. you see, seungmin didn't want to get the boy kicked out of his education, and he tried offering rehab but hyunjin simply left for two days out of anger and came back one morning at 5AM just to pass out on the floor by his bed.

the older swept the drugs into his top drawer and turned back around to seungmin who clearly looked upset. "don't be so sad buddie, cheer up. i'm just fine, don't worry" he spoke wiping the remainder of the cocaine from his nose.

you sure as hell don't seem fine.