Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

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Cute Warning: 🌈✨ This chapter is purely for entertainment purposes and does not promote or endorse drug use in any form. Remember, reality is way better than any high! Stay safe, stay happy!

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NIGHT : 7:30 PM

Outside, the warmth of the fire cast a soft orange glow on the forest surrounding the camp, flickering shadows across the tents. Inside Jungkook's tent, however, a different kind of warmth was brewing-one tinged with a palpable edge of rebellion.

Jungkook, Mingyu, and Seojun sat in a small, close circle on the tent floor, the faint hum of the forest muffled by the canvas walls. In the center of the trio lay a small plastic bag filled with a fine, off-white powder. The drug was known as "White Frost"-a potent, ritualistic substance the tribes supposedly used to enter trancelike states.

Mingyu leaned over, eyeing Jungkook with a glint of excitement. "It's harmless if you know what you're doing," he said in a tone that was more eager than reassuring. "Just relax, Kook. Trust me. This stuff is legendary-like, once-in-a-lifetime."

Seojun nodded, his tone more measured. "Yeah, it's mostly ceremonial. We'll take it easy; we're just here to, you know, unwind."

Jungkook hesitated, glancing out the small flap of the tent. Through the gap, he could just barely make out the silhouettes of the other tents. His gaze lingered on the tent Taehyung and Jimin shared, the faint sound of Taehyung's animated voice occasionally carrying through the night air. Jimin was safe, cradling the baby they'd found, utterly unaware of the adult escapade about to unfold just a few feet away.

With a resigned sigh, Jungkook turned back, his brows knitted. "Alright, but I'm only doing this once," he muttered, his voice edged with reluctance. "And don't go giving me any more of that stuff."

Mingyu grinned, pleased to see Jungkook finally yielding. "That's the spirit!" He retrieved a phone from his pocket, flipping it over to create a makeshift tray. With careful fingers, he shook a small amount of White Frost onto the glass screen, the powder forming a fine, milky line that almost glowed in the dim firelight.

Seojun took a plastic card from his pocket and deftly sliced the powder into even sections, using the edge to separate it meticulously. With each pass, the lines grew more refined, precise, like an artist working on a canvas. Finally, satisfied, he rolled a thin strip of paper into a small, tight cylinder and offered it to Jungkook.

"Here," Seojun said, his voice low, almost reverent. "Take it slow. Just a light inhale to start."

Jungkook exhaled, steeling himself, then leaned down toward the phone screen. He pressed the rolled paper to one nostril, closed the other, and cautiously inhaled along the line of White Frost, feeling the powder tingle sharply as it traced its path up into his system. It was an odd, cool sensation that traveled straight to his senses, leaving a lingering cold burn.

Mingyu watched, his grin widening as Jungkook lifted his head, blinking as the initial hit spread through him. "Not too bad, right?" Mingyu asked, a playful lilt in his voice.

Jungkook rubbed his nose, the sting fading to a gentle warmth in his chest. "It's... different," he murmured, uncertain but curious. The edges of his vision seemed softer now, colors subtly more vivid, like the world had shifted ever so slightly.