Venom *Sequel to Raw [Taekook]*

Three: Taunting Sins❌

Dear Society - Madison Beer

Thick breathes heaves the air, boiling with heat and caresses of sweat from the damp skins that lay on the large bed.

Fresh from the steam of sex.

Now that's left after the intensity of reaching the peak is the slow downfall, letting the reality slowly settle back to how it was with that numbness of any scarring pain that was priorly there before.

But it was a perfect distraction, even if it was for a moment.

"Shit, you sure do have a lot of pent of aggravation. This was the roughest round yet."

Yeosang rolls his eyes momentarily, rubbing the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, "I told you I needed a distraction."

Smoke now fills his nostrils, making him snap his eyes to the naked body beside him leaning back against the headboard of the bed with the duvet just barely covering his nudity - flickering on his lighter to ignite the cigarette between his delicate fingers.

A familiar, beautiful male.

A small, chuckled smile fills his swollen lips, just as he exhales smoke from his lips, "I'm not complaining. I've always wanted to have sex with you."

"This doesn't mean we're back together; I hope you know that."

Hwanwoong casts Yeosang a side eye, his devious grin toying his lips as he extends out the cigarette to him, "You just want to play, no harm in that."

Yeosang glances from the cigarette extended out to him and his delicate features, shaking his head before sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, "I don't smoke anymore."

"Well look at that, character development."

Wordlessly Yeosang gets dressed, not feeling any better compared to how he was when he came here in the first place, "Thanks for letting me crash here for the night."

"Well, when your ex calls you in desperate times of need, kinda hard to resist," Hwanwoong snickers sarcastically, taking one last inhale of the cigarette before putting the bud on the small ashtray on the nightstand, pulling out another tray instead with a small sleeve, "You're heading back home?"

"Before Jungkook sends Iodine to hunt my ass down, would be wise if I did now," Yeosang then turns around, immediately tensing up when he sees Hwanwoong calmly separating a familiar white powder on the tray in thin lines, rolling up a won along the way.

That familiar.... Powder.

It's been three years of Yeosang being clean of drugs, about to be four.

Three years.

Just because he's been clean doesn't mean he hasn't felt those cravings. The only reason he's lasted this long is because he has avoided being around anything that would tempt him to do it, and also for the sake of his siblings and Jimin.

They made sure he wasn't around those things too, so it made the recovery process easier.

But now seeing Hwanwoong sitting there, taking in one line of the familiar cocaine up the nostril with a chuckle to the burn he probably felt dripping the back of his throat made Yeosang's fingers tingle.

He can still remember the feeling of it - being high.

The burn of his nose that transformed into an adrenaline high, as though he could've done anything. Those heavy emotions weighing his chest evaporated, only sensing that numbness yet exhilarating sensation of just being alive.

It made everything go away, just for that simple moment.

Even if he would get shit faced illusions, feel as though he was walking on the damn ceiling, or lose sense of literally all his senses - He loved it.

Because at that moment he didn't feel angry, pain, upset or depressed while the whole situation happened with his family.

Drugs was the only thing that understood him.

And it nearly killed him.

Drool formed Yeosang's mouth but quickly he snaps his eyes aside, fists tight to fight back the temptation.

He can resist.

He's done so for a long time.

This is nothing.

It's nothing.

"Do you want a hit?"

Yeosang gnaws his bottom lip, forcing himself to turn his body and walk to the door. With every step he took, it felt as though his weight was dragging him down with that little demon in his head was giving him more and more reasons to sin.

He won't remember Jimin's hickey.

He won't feel heavy about the break.

He'll feel good.

He won't have to deal with giving Jungkook any explanations or hear Taehyung's caution on being careful.

For a single, fucking moment, Yeosang won't feel so damn stressed and overwhelmed!

But then there's that other side, the bigger side, holding onto hope that him and Jimin can fix things up.

That he's resisting for Jungkook and Lisa, who would suffer to seeing their little brother fall into the same pattern all over again.

Be inspired by Taehyung to not relapse by how we he has coped with his urges too.

He doesn't need it.

He doesn't need the high.

He just has to get through, that's it.

"I have to go," Yeosang mutters back, fighting so hard to keep his head together, "Be careful with that shit."

"And you with your Jimin things," Hwanwoong sings back, making Yeosang squeeze his eyes to fight the rip in his heart, "If you need more distractions, you know where to find me."

And with that Yeosang was out of the room, panting out breaths with a hand to his chest to the cold shivers down his spine.

He won't relapse.

He won't relapse.

He won't.

And he isn't going to either.

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A/N:

Well, seems like things are going to get a little more intense....

Just wait for it :)

I PURPLE YOU! <33