High On You | chensung

twenty one

Jisung opened up his phone, the time read 2:31 a.m.

Jisung and yangyang were sitting on the curb outside of the mansion party they had exited for 'fresh air'. After seeing the words 'Zhong chenle spotted in shanghai, china!' for the thousandth time in the past week, he smashed his phone on the ground and downed the closest alcoholic drink near him. He didn't care what it was but he needed to get rid of his thoughts, especially his thoughts of a certain someone.

"Ouch, your cousin is gonna be upset when he see's your phone in that state." yangyang snickered and took a sip of his own drink. Jisung just shrugged.

"Wanna tell me why you're getting drunk on a tuesday night instead of walking the streets of china right now?" yangyang tried to get an explanation out of the boy.

"I'm actually trying to forget about it." he sneered.

Jisung had no idea where his relationship with chenle stood. They hadn't spoke to one another since the incident. Jisung hadn't even tried to reach out to him. For the two of them to be in a relationship, they were acting extremely immature. Jisung was trying his best to convince himself that it was just an infatuation and that he'd get over it. Boy was he wrong.

The tall male was sick of his thoughts consuming him and he was going to put an end to it for good.

Abruptly standing up and rushing back into the party, he was met with terrible music blaring in his ears and the smell of sweat flushing his nose. His attention was solely focused on finding one person though.

"Doyoung, thank god I found you!" jisung approached the clearly drunk male in the kitchen, away from the main party room. "Look I need something from you."

"I'm not having sex with you." his words slurred as he ruffled jisung's hair.

Jisung almost puked in his mouth.

"What- no! Do you have anymore heroin needles?"

"Ah, it's been such a long time since you've asked for one. There's some over there on that table! you don't have to pay me either, think of it as a gift." the older boy went on and on but jisung had scurried away as soon as he knew where they were.

Not wasting any time, he rushed to the nearest empty bathroom and locked the door behind him.

He hesitated for a bit. Was this what he really wanted?

He stuck the needle into his arm without another thought. Once he felt the drug running through his veins, he exited the bathroom and went back outside.

To any normal person, you could tell that the nineteen year old had either lost his mind or his dignity. He sat in the grass, watching the people run in and out of the mansion. Giggling at random things.

That calmness quickly turned to something else though.

He got dizzier and dizzier. He felt nauseous, but he couldn't bring his body to stand up. Something was wrong.

It wasn't long until he fully collapsed. His body shutting off and his eyes closing.

Get up, jisung. Get up.

He couldn't get up.

Open your eyes.

Suddenly, everything was black.

Something was wrong.