Jaemin's life is an absolute wreck. A college drop out overtaken by drugs and has no purpose in life.
That is until a particular sadistic angel is sent his way.
***this is part of a mini series. there will be multiple parts for this!
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"Don't you think it's time to go back to school? Haven't you had enough time to—"
Jaemin doesn't hear the rest of that sentence. Or, at least he doesn't bother to.
He's sitting in an old, raggedy booth with torn leather in a bustling coffee shop. The table is uneven, wobbling at the slightest movement and there is so many people. Waiters bustling beside the table, asking them if they're doing okay and if he'd like a refill and goddamnit, he'd love one because this is his third coffee and he still feels like he's going to drop dead right here and now.
Perhaps it's not coffee he needs, though.
"Jaemin?" A snap of the fingers. "Are you even listening to me?"
The boy blinks, taking in Renjun's tired eyes and the firm set of his lips. Oh, he's mad.
"What?" He asks dumbly, mouth hanging open. One of the waiters stops by their table and fills up his mug without even asking.
Renjun sets his brows in a furrow. "You need to go back to school, Jaemin. Everyone is worried about you."
"I told you I'm not going back."
"This is your education!" He raises his hands exasperatedly. "Don't you see that we're all worried about you? You're fucked up, Jaemin."
The younger glares, full of spite and hatred. Maybe he means it, maybe he doesn't. Maybe it's because his coffee is getting cold and he hasn't snorted a line in two days.
"Don't you know that I know I'm fucked up?"
Renjun sighs. "Then fix it, Jaemin. You're better than this. We all know that."
Jaemin crosses his arms. "Who is we?" He slams his hands against the table. "This is the first time you've reached out in months. Chenle left the country. I haven't talked to Jisung in six months; fuck, I practically raised that brat, and Jeno—" He sucks in a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. "Thanks for the welfare checkup, but I don't need it. Go fuck yourself, Renjun."
He chugs the rest of his coffee, cold and bitter before pulling out a couple of crumbled dollar bills and throwing it onto the table and storms out of the cafe.
He vaguely hears, "That doesn't even cover you the bill, you egotistical asshole!" but doesn't care enough to turn back around.
He just needs to get home and get his fix. That's right. That's all he needs to get better.
