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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It's getting bad again.
Jaemin's been down this route before; unfortunately, it's quite common for him. He knows all of the tell-tale signs that he's getting worse.
The manic high. The emptiness afterwards. The need to destroy something.
Himself.
It's a particularly stormy night. Lightning flashes white across the small, horizontal bathroom window. The orange light flickers against panel, casting the dirt-covered bathroom in an unstable, dark haze. A familiar white substance lays in a neat line across the cold bathroom counter.
Jaemin plugs one nostril and leans down, sniffs half the line before jumping nearly five feet in the air when he hears his voice.
"So we meet again, Na Jaemin."
The rest of the cocaine falls to the floor in small particles.
A snort sounds behind him. "How graceful."
Jaemin bites his bottom lip and sucks in a deep breath before turning around, fists clenched.
"What are—" He pauses, glances at the locked bathroom door then back to the other. "How did you get in here?"
Donghyuck blinks. "I told you, I'm an angel."
Jaemin gives him a dead look and crosses his arms. "Where are your wings?"
A sly smile stretches onto his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Rolling his eyes, Jaemin turns around the the counter and presses his index finger against the left side of his nostril and leans down, only to pause in his tracks and widen his eyes. Sudden anger takes over his bones as he looks at the clean, wooden counter. No powder in sight.
"You do this on purpose, don't you?"
Donghyuck shrugs and curse him for looking so cherubic.
The other groans and raises his hands in the air in frustration. "Whatever! I'm done." He turns around quickly and swings the bathroom door open and ignores the long line of people yelling at him for taking forever (he politely gives them the middle finger over his shoulder) and travels downstairs.
Footsteps pad behind him. "Oh come on, I thought you were just starting to warm up to me!"
Jaemin opts to ignore the angel, focusing purely on his black Docs as he pounds down the stairs and travels into the kitchen, where he finds a stray cup and helps himself to the lemon flavored vodka on the countertop. He downs it one go, slamming the cup against the counter and kisses his teeth at the sour after taste.
