The Spawn

Fifty Nine

Jimin can't walk.

He can't see his hands.

Can't tell if he's actually walking or floating.

He doesn't know, he can't tell.

Oh but does it feel good.

He feels so good.

"Dude I think Jimin's dead."

"No he's breathing. He's probably sleeping."

No, Jimin isn't sleep.

He's gathering himself together.

This car trip back to headquarters seems to be what he needed; a way to center himself.

Or whatever the fuck that meant to him.

Earlier he was losing his shit because of a sudden paranoia to his surroundings. He got highly panicked but kept it more internally than externally. He doesn't know why exactly he was triggered, but his body just wasn't okay at all, and his mind was going into fight or flight kind of thing because of how disconnected he felt to his body.

This happened seconds after he got out of that house party.

So when he got into a car, he clutched onto the closest person beside him - which was Wooyoung- and just held onto him while he tried to control his breathing.

It worked, strangely enough.

And Wooyoung was kind enough to rub his arm to comfort him - even though he didn't know Jimin was going through severe paranoia.

Now Jimin feels calmer, returning back to that sensation of bliss with the high but now putting his concentration on maintaining control of his body. His mind is still swimming, his body disconnected, but now he feels like he's grasping more senses than before.

Even though the ecstasy symptoms usually last around four hours.

Now he's definitely about to reach a fucking peak when he gets home.

At least he'll be at headquarters, so that's one edge off from it.

"Hey, you okay? Hm?"

Wooyoung's voice reaches his ears calmly, feeling like a warm blanket around Jimin's shoulders.

To this Jimin barely hums, nodding but not easing his grip around Wooyoung's waist, "Hm, yeah. I'm just trying to center myself."

"I see. Is your tummy okay? Do you feel sick?"

"No," Jimin whispers, snuggling more to his chest, "When I get back, just please forgive me for what I may do."

"What does that mean?"

Jimin licks his lips, feeling his energy levels slowly piling up, "Me, Taemin and Yeosang took ecstasy. Just a few minutes ago."

Wooyoung evidently tenses up to this, that much Jimin felt, "You did what? Jimin-"

"Look I'm just saying now that I have some sort of hold of my consciousness," Jimin mutters slowly peeling his eyes open, "If I go crazy, please don't kill me."

Wooyoung was silent for a moment, but then a soft chuckle from his lips reaches his ears, "Ten use to be crazy with drugs back then, and you know how his personality is. I think we can handle you."

"No you can't."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because," Jimin's hand suddenly is on Wooyoung's thigh, a thumb caressing his jeans, "You won't handle me when I'm lust."