"Shit, Yoongi, are you high?"
"Shut it and keep sucking."
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Yoongi, Jungkook and the rest of their friends are in one of the most wild colleges you can find on earth, every intoxicating substance can be found...
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It's Pot Saturday. Jungkook pulled up his car by Jimin's house and with a few deep breaths, he got out. He didn't always wait for this day, because all they did was get high and then talk non sense or sit in silence, staring into nothing, being in a whole ass different universe. Of course, sometimes it's nice, helps him to calm down and just relax for a few hours.
He didn't bother to knock, he just went right in and his nose was attacked by the strong smell of weed. They already started the session, which was great, that meant that Yoongi and Taehyung weren't going to be moody. He took off his shoes quickly and walked into the room, being greeted by loud "ooooh"s and some claps. These guys took Pot Saturdays seriously, everyone was welcomed warmly.
Jungkook chuckled and made his way to the couch where four men were trying their best to fit. He made himself comfortable between Taehyung and Seokjin.
"Finally you came. Want a hit? Everyone already took a few." Jimin asked, he was sitting on a chair, across from them, being accompanied by Hoseok, who was also sitting on a chair, but found it less comfortable than the other. He kept shuffling.
"Sure." Jungkook shrugged, reaching for the bong, which was placed in his hands quickly, along with a lighter. The younger sat back down, taking a hit. If he was honest, he didn't like the taste of it. It unpleasantly went down his throat and even made him sick sometimes. He blamed it on that one night when he threw up from the amount he took in. Time was not spent nicely.
Suddenly Seokjin's head fell on Jungkook's shoulder. It was clear to see that he didn't take "just a few" puffs. The elder's eyelids barely kept themselves up. The younger only glanced at the other before taking another inhale, the flame of the lighter warmly hugging the drug as he did so.
"So, we were thinking of going to the beach around 3am, would you join?" Hoseok asked, not even paying him a glance as he did so, he was too busy searching for a movie, which he did really slowly, lightly swinging to the sides.
"You're all going to be busted by that time, what do you mean?" Jungkook shook his head, carefully placing the bong down on the table, trying not to move too much so Seokjin could rest. Jimin snorted at the reply, grabbing a pack of chips and opening it. Suddenly Seokjin's head was up and his eyes wide. That made Namjoon and Taehyung burst into laughter.
"Munchies?"
"Munchies, now give me that pack before I stab someone."
"Okay, okay, here you go, big man." Jimin shook his head and passed the snack to the eldest. The other happily took it, soon drowning himself into the corner of the sofa. The blonde stared at Seokjin fondly for a few seconds before bringing his attention back on Jungkook.
"Perhaps. But if not, let's go. Imagine looking at the night sky while being stoned." He rose his eyebrows, lips slightly pouting. That was what Jungkook called "You won't find a better deal than this" face, it always appeared on Jimin's face when he offered someone to buy his weed instead of somebody else's.
"Found it!" Hoseok shouted, making Seokjin flinch. The red haired boy turned on some sort of action movie, throwing the remote at Yoongi to pull him out of his "movie". The elder groaned, throwing a pillow in return.
"Piss off, fuckface." He mumbled, pulling another pillow from underneath Namjoon, which caused him to whine.
"Shush, maggot." Hoseok placed a finger on his lips as a sign to keep quiet, turning to the TV screen afterwards. They lost him for a good hour.
In fact, they were all lost, eyes glued to the screen to avoid talking, it was way too hard.
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It was already 1am. Jungkook found it hard to believe, because even though it seemed like ages passed by since he walked in, it still seemed to early. He sobered up and decided to take a small break, he'll take more once they go out. Taehyung was already sleeping, limbs all over the place. Namjoon had to move away his hand from his face quite a few times, but it always found it's way back.
Jimin was in the so called "kitchen". His room was somewhat of a mixture of a living room and a kitchen, the only thing diving it was a small, yet tall counter. The boy was humming, swiftly moving around. He was probably also sober.
Seokjin was watching something on YouTube, giggling uncontrollably. Knowing him, Jungkook guessed he was watching some sort of vine compilation, that always cracked the elder up.
Yoongi was stuffing the bong again. He and Namjoon were the ones who took the most. Jungkook found himself looking at the mint boy for way too long, analysing his face. Though he was the palest one out of them all, the light gave him a rather nice, warm tint to it. His lips were a bit chapped, the younger new for a fact that's because he kept biting them and never used chapstick. Big hands made the lighter look ridiculously small, the warmth in the room caused veins to pop out.
That's when he decided to look away.
Jungkook just slowly got up and without saying a word, went out to the balcony, grabbing his can of energy drink with him. He needed some fresh air, the smell was actually making him sick.
Closing the door behind him, he placed the drink down on the small wooden table, plopping down on the very unstable bench. Jungkook pulled out his pack of cigarettes, quickly placing one between his lips and lighting it up.
It was almost pitch black outside, a few stars blinking in the distance, framing the new moon. Jungkook stared at it, eyes squinting to focus better.
It was also very quiet. Jungkook felt thankful for it, even though back in Jimin's room there was not much noise either. It's just that the way this silence rang in his ear made him relax.
Another inhale. The smoke went down his throat, leaving behind a burning sensation. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back until it hit the wall.
Lately it felt like so much was happening, he felt overwhelmed, but now that he was sitting outside, having all the time in the world, he gave everything another thought.
No, not much was happening. His life was still a routine: college, fucking in the janitor's closet, some time with friends, Pot Sundays, parties at random student's places and stress. Even drugs went from being a time to time dose of some sort of relief to a casual thing. He didn't like that, his tolerance for them was way too high. He was getting used to them, which obviously was a red flag. He didn't even like drugs that much, but something in him told him to keep going.
Another inhale. The same burning sensation. The ashes fell down on the cold ground. Jungkook decided that once he finishes the cigarette, he'll go back inside and get another hit. It's exactly thoughts like these he hid underneath a layer of these illicit substances.
"Fuck, Jungkook, there you are." A deep voice reached his ears and he opened his eyes. The guy's figure could be barely seen, but he didn't need to see it to know who it was.
"Yes, Yoongi?"
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A/N: deepest apologies if this looks really rushed, I just need some time to settle into the story.
