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Wooyoung didn't know how he ended up in this situation, he didn't even know how he got to this point. His body felt unable to move, his mind cried out for rest and his eyes were red from involuntary crying. As a simple desire to smoke escalated to the point of becoming a desire for drugs.

Wooyoung kept asking himself the same questions like it was the first time, he always asked the same question over and over again but never stopped. He hated feeling so vulnerable there throwing in the empty bathtub, he hated how he couldn't refuse what his friends offered him but at the same time he loved that little paradise at first.

Wooyoung felt his throat dry and begged for water but his body didn't respond, his brain was lazy and so tired. His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, the only sound was his breathing and the background music of the party. Wooyoung felt like he was about to die even though it wasn't true, Wooyoung wanted to call someone but he couldn't even move his fingers, Wooyoung wanted to get out of there but he couldn't.

Wooyoung wanted Yeosang now but that would mean the boy would see him in this state, something he couldn't do. His eyes filled with tears again at the thought of the blond.

Wooyoung only wanted his Yeosang right now but that would mean hurting the other.

"Y-Yeo..." His head tilted a little to the left and his gaze was now on the door, "Damn..."

When he woke up the first thing he saw and heard was how Jongho peed, he tried to frown but a fairly strong stab of pain appeared in his head, he grunted and moved his arm to massage his temple.

"Good morning" the younger greeted him as he washed his hands, Wooyoung sat up with difficulty due to the pain but managed to mumble in response, "You look like a dead man."

"I feel like shit" his voice came out scratchy already affected by the dry throat, he ran one of his hands over his face massaging his eyes before trying to stand up, "What the fuck did you give me last night, that shit wasn't MDMA. "

"It's a new drug that Mingi got, he said something about Slush, he has no fucking idea" Wooyoung gave him a dirty look as the younger laughed and held on to the sink before closing his eyes, "But let me tell you, it was amazing."

"For you damn idiot, I couldn't even move from that bathtub" he washed his face and then ran his hands through his dark hair, he sighed when he looked at himself in the mirror, it was a complete disaster, "Tell Mingi to go to the hell."

He rushed down the stairs, grunting from the pain in his head and even had to stop to hold on to the door frame, his head was killing him. He could see how Seonghwa was smoking while cooking in the kitchen but he didn't care, he left the house and walked to the bus stop.

"Fuck I need something for this damn pain," he muttered as he rifled through his pockets for his cell phone, quickly checking for any sign of Yeosang, "Shit."

'When you wake up stop by my apartment.'

Wooyoung decided to take a taxi to avoid further delays, it was practically lunch time and by this time Yeosang was surely assuming that he was at a party. When he got to the building he sighed and tried to fix his hair, he went up the elevator and didn't even have to knock on the door when his boyfriend had already opened it.

"Oh Youngie" he whispered, his face showing a mixture of concern and disappointment, he stepped aside to let him pass before going to hug him, "Are you feeling bad? Did you have anything for your hangover?"

"My head hurts and I feel like I could vomit" he stroked the other's soft hair before letting him lead him to the sofa, he closed his eyes as the blond went for the medicine and water, "I feel like I could die."

Yeosang didn't answer, he just did what he had to do, he took a seat next to the other and watched as his boyfriend ingested the medicine. He took his hand and squeezed it slightly, earning a small smile that he didn't return, he ran his fingers over some old scars on the other's wrist.

Wooyoung knew that the other was sad and that possibly he did know what happened to him at that party. He leaned in to place a long kiss on Yeosang's forehead and then place his head on his neck.

"You know what I did, right?"

"You smell of alcohol and tobacco, your appearance is that of a dead man" he gently caressed the other's neck, "Can you be honest with me, did you take drugs?"

Wooyoung closed his eyes and nodded.

"Woo...why did you do that?" The dark-haired man murmured a slight 'I don't know', Yeosang sighed and let his head rest a little on the other's, "You know I hate that you do it."

"I know, I hate myself for letting myself go too" he wrapped his arms around the other's waist, hugging him tightly, "I really want to stop doing it."

"I want you to stop doing it too, you can go to parties without getting high you know."

Wooyoung nodded again and pressed himself closer to the other.

He needs help and Yeosang was determined to help him too.