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Drugs take you to hell masked up as heaven
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Jimin woke up to the soft hum of his alarm, the early morning light filtering through the blinds.
The familiar feeling of dread lingered at the edges of his mind, but today, he pushed it aside.
He was determined to reclaim some normalcy.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath.
Today, he was going back to work.
He moved to the closet, sifting through his clothes with a thoughtful frown.
After a few moments, he pulled out a simple but well-fitted outfit—a pair of black slacks that hugged his legs just right, and a crisp, light blue button-down shirt.
The colour made his skin look vibrant, and as he buttoned it up, he felt a small boost of confidence.
He added a black belt, the leather slightly worn but still polished.
He stood in front of the mirror, carefully smoothing out any wrinkles.
His reflection stared back at him, and for the first time in a while, he liked what he saw.
He wasn’t aiming for anything flashy—just neat and presentable, the kind of look that made him feel put-together, even if he didn’t entirely believe it.
Jimin’s fingers automatically reached for his wristwatch, an old but reliable piece given to him by his mother years ago.
It was one of the few things he held onto from his past, a small comfort that grounded him in reality.
As he fastened it around his wrist, he noticed the slight tremor in his hands.
He shook them out, willing the anxiety to dissipate.
In the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and Jimin felt a small smile tug at his lips.
Bumseok was already there, dressed casually in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, his hair still slightly tousled from sleep.
The domesticity of the scene was almost enough to make Jimin forget the tension that had settled between them in recent weeks.
"Woah! Why do you look so good today?" Bumseok asked, a playful grin on his face as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
."I don't know, just felt like it," Jimin replied, tucking his hair behind his ears.
"You look like a snack," Bumseok teased, giving Jimin a playful pinch on the ass. Jimin giggled, swatting Bumseok's arm lightly.
"I'm going to start work again," Jimin announced, sitting at the table.
"You're ready for that?" Bumseok questioned, a hint of worry in his voice as he sipped his coffee.
"Yeah," Jimin replied confidently.
"Whatever makes you happy, baby," Bumseok winked before heading into his writing studio.
Jimin watched him go, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion.
Bumseok's sudden kindness felt off, a stark contrast to the rough patch they had been going through.
Jimin left the apartment, glancing around with a cautious yet hopeful look.
Despite the lingering feeling of being watched, he decided to focus on the positive.
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