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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Jaemin's not exactly sure when his life went to shit.
Perhaps it was the day he blacked out and when he woke up nothing was the same. But, that doesn't matter anymore. At least, not right now. It has no substance in his life.
Nothing really matters if you've already lost everything.
Jaemin giggles, cheeks flushed and eyes bloodshot red. His hair is mussed up from the amount of times he ran his hands through it anxiously, but now all he can feel pumping through his body is pure adrenaline.
He's sitting on an empty bus bench. The next bus is meant to come in an hour, and the wind is slapping his face and he's piss-drunk. A little high out of his mind, too. That much is evident. His phone is in his hand, casting a bright blue light against his pale skin. His canine tooth tugs on his raw lip as he taps on the contact that he should have blocked ages ago.
The line rings, and rings, and rings, until, "Jaemin?"
Another giggle escapes his lips. "Hi, Jeno." He nearly sing-songs.
His deep breath sends shivers down his spine, a thread of what used to be stringing him along. "It's three in the morning. Why the hell do you still have my number?"
Jaemin smiles almost uncontrollably. He stretched his legs out, swinging them excitedly. His heart is going a mile a minute, and he can't seem to control it. He seems to lack control in a lot of aspects of his life, but he doesn't really give a fuck. Honestly.
"You answered."
There's a long pause. "You called," before a sigh ensues. "Are you okay? Where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?"
Jaemin's heart sinks in his chest. He's not quite sure why he called Jeno, or what he was expecting from it. Perhaps a fight—maybe a chance to get every dirty, vile thing that rested on his tongue like vermin out— but he should have known Jeno would be too mean to hold any grudge against him like he wanted him to.
He is too kind, and that was ultimately their downfall.
Another long silence. Some rustling on the other end, and a few mumbled exchanges. "Where are you Jaemin?"
His feet stop swinging as he shakes his head, uttering drunken rambles to himself. Flashes of tear-glazed cheeks, the shake in his own voice, begging for it to stop play in his mind, over and over again and the boy is reminded why he was meant to be alone.
