ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

you, on my tongue. [dowin]

ello sorry for the LATE update and here goes my excuse: I LIT HAVE NONE. except that i forgot and only remembered at midnight but i was too lazy to wake up?? so?? here you go.

tw // abusive relationship (not dowin!!) + non-con + cheating.

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sicheng extends a hand out. rainwater drops on his palm, one after the other. it gets more rapid every passing second until they flow down from his hand. he retreats and sighs.

damn his goldfish memory. he forgot to bring an umbrella; albeit he saw the weather forecast this morning.

grunting, he runs his hand through his hair. there's no way he can go home soon. if he walks, his uniform will get soaked and his mom will nag. he's not fond of asking his classmates for a ride either. not to mention his boyfriend will kill him if he gets close to another boy.

ask his boyfriend for a ride? sicheng chooses life today, thank you very much.

at last, sicheng walks to the nearby 7-eleven and buys a pack of cigs. the cashier gives him a sceptical look – thanks to his 'baby-face' and school uniform – but checks it out anyway.

" thank you ." he says in a quiet tone.

when their eyes meet, there's still scepticism in her eyes. sicheng averts his gaze. there's no need to tell her he's legal because she probably doesn't care that much. if she did, she wouldn't had allowed the transaction.

sicheng leaves the shop. he puts a cig between his lips, fumbles through his pockets and gets a lighter out. when it's lit, he takes a long greedy drag and exhales a relieved sigh.

the smell's gonna stick to his clothes for sure. he'll wash it before his mom gets home tonight.

his phone buzzes in his pocket. sicheng ignores it the first two times, but when it rings thrice he plucks it out in annoyance.

it's from his boyfriend.

" fuck you ." sicheng sneers and deletes the text without thinking twice.

he pockets his phone and takes another drag, trying to block every and any thought involving his stupid boyfriend. but it's hard. it's like unsolicited virus, infecting every inch of his brain – a parasite holding his mind hostage.

maybe he needs something stronger than cigarettes.

" sicheng ."

sicheng spins to the source of the voice. almost immediately, his body relaxes when he realizes it's not his boyfriend.

" doyoung hyung ."

" you're smoking again ," doyoung points out. " I thought you quit ."

doyoung's eyes are accusing, like a silent interrogation. sicheng looks away. he knows doyoung will see right through his lies if they make eyes contact.

" I just smoke sometimes ." he replies. doyoung lifts a brow.

" is it because of asa again ?"

fuck. eyes contact or not, doyoung reads him so effortlessly.

sicheng lets out a nervous laughter. he takes another long drag and exhales. doyoung watches with a blank look.

" where did you get the idea from ?" he asks instead of answering.

" so it's true ."

sicheng doesn't reply. he keeps filling his lungs with the thick deadly smoke. who cares if it's bad for his health? it's easier than to answer doyoung's question.