blue jeans | dotae

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5 pm. After school. 27th January 2019

Long legs dawdling out of the school building, raven hair being lifted by the wind, frowning against the cold.

That fucking class captain meeting was a waste of time.

Less time at home though.

So maybe not a complete waste.

Everywhere was deserted, silent. Just the way Doyoung liked it. Plain, predictable.

"Aye, aye Captain!"

Fucking Lee Taeyong.

Hair freshly dyed a startling blue that would have Doyoung scheduling at least five detentions for the rebel.

The boy had been here for barely two months and had already built up a somewhat impressive reputation and his hair colour had changed at least two dozen times. He had been the source of Doyoung's sleepless nights with all the trouble he had been causing.

Intoxicated on school property, dress code violation, truancy, foul language.

"The fuck do you want Lee?"

"What could I possibly want?" Taeyong grinned, tilting his head to one side like a cheeky infant "Other than to offer you this herbal refreshment? You look like you need it"

Doyoung looked down at the thin rolled up object clasped in Taeyong's thin fingers, barely considering it before snatching the thing and fumbling in his pockets for a lighter.

"Looking for this, darling?" Taeyong jeered, dangling the plastic lighter in Doyoung's face teasingly.

"How did you even get that?" the taller sighed easily grabbing the lighter in one hand and Taeyong's leather jacket collar in the other.

"Ahhhh, now that would be telling" the peroxide haired boy giggled like ice cream, soft and sweet but icy cold at the same time as he allowed himself to be dragged along the street by the taller "A magician never reveals their secrets, right?"

Doyoung stepped off the pavement and onto a dirt path, the path to the world of freedom.

"You're not a magician, Lee" he shook his head as they entered woods, leaves crunching under their feet "You're a trickster"

"Aye aye call it what you like Captain"

As they progressed into the forest Taeyong kept trying to wander off, his feet dancing away when he saw the faintest trace of something beautiful, like a bird or a flower. He had definitely been smoking something.

"Oi fairy boy, stop it" Doyoung snapped "Sober up or I'll do it for you"

Taeyong smiled at Doyoung, eyes wide and docile, reaching up his skinny hand to wind Doyoung's school tie between his finger's "Why would I do that, dear? It's better up here in the clouds. Don't you agree?"

Taeyong's eyes were so dark. Not in colour but in the way they didn't hold stars, no sparkle, no zest for life. They were hollow. Only when the boy was intoxicated did his eyes crackle with electricity and sparkle with all the stars in the galaxy.

Doyoung stayed quiet, lifted Taeyong up onto his broad shoulder and carried on walking, letting the boy babble out his high.

"What if, Doyoung oxygen intoxicates us and drugs and drink make us sober? Like, like when we inhale smoke we see the real world and when we inhale oxygen are thought process get's all like fucked up and we see an illusion. What if that's the truth Doyoung?"

"You're insane, you know that don't you?" Doyoung shook his head as he came to a hault, dumping Taeyong on the forest floor before taking a seat on a fallen tree trunk "A complete and utter psycho"

"No they're the psychos, don't you see? We're the sane ones" Taeyong sighed as he gazed up at the ocean sky and the sea-weed trees all around him.

"We're not anything, Taeyong" Doyoung rolled his eyes "I'm one of them"

"Then why are you here right now?" the smaller laughed, the bubbly noise mocking Doyoung "Just smoke ur blunt"

Doyoung did as he was told, and 20 mins later he was lead beside Taeyong on the floor looking up at the blue abyss, their fingers tips touching.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" the shorter murmured, words curling up into the air, intertwining with the smoke Doyoung was inhaling. He drank them both in, letting it hit.

"It is" Doyoung replied thickly, his vision twisting and turning, looping the loop like a roller coaster, bringing him crashing up and down, side to side. Spinning his mind into submission "Very beautiful."