High On You | chensung

five

A month had passed.

Music blared through jisung's ears as sweaty bodies danced, jumped and moved beside him. He didn't know who's mansion party he was attending, he just knew his friend, yangyang, invited him. He'd been drinking and smoking whatever drug was being passed to him the entire night.

Finally, he'd had enough. Jisung shoved the random girl that was grinding on him away, he definitely realized how gay he truly was after that experience.

Pushing through the crowds of drunks and party people, he finally made it to the main doors of the mansion and stepped outside. The change of scenery and the fresh air brought his senses back.

Jisung walked away from the house, as far as he could before his legs gave in. He didn't bother sending yangyang a text, the boy was definitely having the time of his life. He didn't plan on going to donghyuck or his best friends home, seeing as he hadn't seen them in the past month. It was incredibly selfish to disappear from the face of earth leaving your friends and family probably terrified for your safety, but it wasn't the first time he had gone off the radar.

He was now sitting on the curb outside a strangers home as he cracked open a beer that he snagged from the party. Taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage, his body almost immediately rejected the drink as it caused him to clutch his stomach as he poured out his insides.

He wiped the remains of the puke from his mouth and pulled out his phone.

It was three in the morning.

Jisung skimmed through his notifications when he saw a message from someone special.

'I had my last performance of my tour tonight! wish you could've been there but i'll be back in town next week, see you soon hopefully :)' - Chenle, 1:32 a.m. 

'can't wait to see you.' jisung replied to his message.

Over the past month, jisung had kept in contact with the pop star. When he wasn't passed out in an alley or snagging any drug that came in contact with him, he was sending short messages to the chinese boy. He knew that chenle wasn't bothered by the lack of contact between the two because both of them were busy. Though, only one of the two were busy being productive.

Jisung threw the half-full beer can into the street and laid down onto the sidewalk. His hand wasn't the most comfortable pillow but it'd have to do. No one really knew why jisung refused to go home on nights like these. Who chooses to sleep on the sidewalk when you have a perfectly nice home to go to?

Park Jisung.