MINSUNG ONESHOTS

pills of happiness

warning : mentions of drug addiction

tiny yellow pills in a big brown bottle, works like a charm as they said. "it can do wonders, help you feel better, make you a happier man."

"it'll help you forget your troubles, your past traumas and your pain."

"so, take these pills and you'll find yourself in wonderland."

one for instant joy, two— forget the pain, three to numb your brain, four to clear your head, five doesn't make a difference, six and you get a chance to feel high in the clouds again— don't stop.

"take the pills again, why quit?"

"don't bother fighting the addiction. it helps you live on."

"you are hopeless without the pills. they are what brings you up on your feet."

"you can't live without them."

"you are nothing without them."

day one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... laughs and giggles, rainbows and dazzling stars. the laughs sound fake, too loud, too sharp— hear the echo that doesn't reach your chest. the big brown bottle with a yellow smiley sticker reflects your 'happiness', the yellow pills shining as bright as the sun. a sun that seems just a little dull where it's just a light bulb trying desperately to be like it; a disguise.

week one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... skipping in the street with a big smile, similar to the one on the bottle. intoxicated body with a carefree mindset, reeking of positivity but still seemed oddly wrong. a smile on your face with eyes that appear lifeless, a body moving actively but still a lack of liveliness in your motions.

month one, two, three... the addiction clings like molten steel that's fused into your bones. it's apart of your routine and you reach for them them in desperation—wanting to feel nothing but that weightless hum. the kind that wraps around your skull like a lullaby and silences everything else. it's become a natural instinct, something that is apart of your life that can't be replaced— like oxygen.

you can't imagine a life without those pills. you thank whoever invented them.

yet deep inside, unknowingly, you wonder what it's like to be free of them.

minho blinks his eyes open, staring up at the ceiling as he chuckled to himself. spots of different vibrant colours appeared to block his sight as he sighed happily. his fingers automatically make their way to feel around beside himself— muscle memory, if i may add, to find a specific bottle.

and there it was, a familiar clink of plastic. he grabs it eagerly as he fumbles around with the cap, twisting it frantically to open it as he continues to stare blankly. his hand moves by itself, having a mind of its own. though it doesn't come off right away, his grip fumbles.

he grumbles with frustration and became quicker with his attempt at opening the bottle, sighing with relief when it finally opened. without looking at the amount that he shook out, he closed his eyes again and slapped his pill-filled palm against his open mouth, swallowing the pills dry.

it took a moment for it to kick in.

"hahaha..."

laughs filled the room as they bounced off the walls, soft but strong, although it sounded forced and lifeless. the next one was sharp and high, it didn't sound like him. but whoever could it have been? it was just minho. alone in his apartment that was empty and blank but full of used, run-out bottles. alone with his pills, his reason to live, his only company, the only thing by his side.

the only thing willing to be with him forever.

"we don't fit together."

the words landed like a blade that was sudden, sharp and buried deep.