Love is half

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" Fuck.. no way."

"yeah, trust me." She replies, sitting in between his knees with her hands over his thighs, she didn't need to explain this, rather she just continued, "its like...oxygen doesn't exist."

"Fuck, baby." Taehyung snickers, her black hair half laid on the floor of the bathroom and half grasping between his fingers, caging his skin. "so show what you got." He mumbles and lets go of her hair, then his hands are empty.

"shit, you were so good..of course, would love to show you the world." Mina untangles herself from Taehyung and slips her fingers inside her bra to reach to the object just pushed between her breasts where red bruises of Taehyungs teeth rests, visible underneath the dim bathroom light on her pale skin. After a momentary fumbling, she pulls it upwards and Taehyungs eyes glints as he watches. It was a small brown bottle, so tiny and thin between her fingers. A chain hangs from the top which is holding the powder from spraying off the bottle, and on this chain was a little glass spoon.

She wasn't lying, he barely knows her for half an hour but she wasn't lying about the bottle.

"Should have used it while you were sucking me off."

"I didn't know you were fucking crazy like I am." Mina shakes her head with a laugh, "leaving his boyfriend and sucking off cocaine- mhm, my kind of shit." She looks up and looks, and Taehyung is still looking at the object, amused.

"So how do we do this..?"

Taehyung doesn't know what he is planning, but the only thing he knows is, he is here to forget. And get high. So wordlessly, he follows her instructions. Her eyes gestures towards the bulge over his slack, hard erection rubbing against the material. Nodding, as he reaches down to fumble with the button of his pants open. When its open, she reaches out to pull the waist band of his underwear until his hard cock was out, limp and red from her mouth earlier.

Taehyung lowers his hands until they are resting both side of the toilet seat he is sitting down at on the cover, then a surprised gasp when she holds his erection and uses the fucking spoon from the cocaine bottle to spill the white powder against the slit. He holds his breath as he feels it, the spoon gently poking his sensitive skin and soft sensation of the powder dusting along over.

"Wanna try?" She asks after she is satisfied with her action, and looks up with a smirk. "or after I finish."

"Go on, just..after you finish."

His words are cut off with a groan when he watches she has rolled up a paper of his cigarette packet into a straw as her thumb is pressed against one nostril, Taehyung imagines the cocaine shooting through her system like his cum did in her throat.

She snorts few times, red lipstick smeared around her lips, the stains are still around the side of Taehyungs cock, above the burn marks. "God..I uh..prolly won't remember shit about you tomorrow but dude...thanks." She moans as tips her head back, mouth ajar and she blinks few times to look at Tarhyung with haze eyes, nose scrunching from the substances.

"Glad I came to the party, "Taehyung smirks after hearing her words, "cigs were getting boring and I need something stronger than fucking alcohol, its ridiculous."

"Heh, where you want snort from?" She hands him the bottle, careful because that tiny little bottle costs more than her dress, "the toilet seat or.." her eyes lowers to her chest, her dress is half pulled down and pale skin of her breast puffed up, her dress is almost see through when she pulls off her bra completely, tiny buds puffy under the material.

Taehyung observes the bottle for few seconds, shiny and cold, "Hm..I wonder where."

He uses the same spoon to collect very small amount of the powder like she did, he reaches forward to pull her dress little down until her tits are flashing before his eyes,
"Come closer." He orders and she follows, her body tensing when he tilts the spoon to spill the powder onto her skin, over the hickey, few white substances has dropped and clings over her nipple, abused and hard.

Mina closes her eyes and a moan jerks out of her throat when Taehyung directly licks the powder off her skin, "Oh-fu-fuck Tae, you are bold aren't you-" She giggles, series of breathless laugh leaving her mouth as he continues to suck, the powder melts on his tongue, bitter and it smells flowery from her perfume and the powder itself.

"I don't..feel anything." He pulls away frowning, his spit clings on her skin and glints from the light.

"Oh, promise, let it come to you." She snickers, and checks her phone, " fuck, my husband would kill me- we have been here for an hour- I should get going."

"Seriously?" Taehyung scoffs, hell, he doesn't even know what they just did, "Do I know him?"

"You might, he is uh..the orangish colored hair guy outside."

"Oh. oh."

So She is the wife of him, the guy who was talking to Jungkook earlier..

But as he watches her lazily standing up as she stumbles and fixer her bra- the dress, her hair is all fixed up and suddenly its like she is floating in front of his eyes. Taehyung can't feel his body anymore, from his gums and doesn't feel the sharpness of the zipper as he zips his pants.

its like everything is out of place, like the bathroom, the tiles looks like wave of ocean, then the door closes and she leaves after collecting her things- he has already forgotten how she looked like, how it felt when her tongue was on his skin.

And Taehyung doesn't hate the feeling either, the numbness slowly spreading through his mouth to his chest, down to his lung- and then his legs are unmoving. Suddenly everything feels funny, a laugh comes out of his mouth, series of breathy laugh turns into a song, laugh and choke, cry, nothing and everything.

Then he is silent as if the world has paused its time. His lung is moving but he doesn't feel himself breathing.

Then its his brain.

Everything he feels, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.
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