why won't you love me || taeseok

four

Taehyung
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I put the cigarette in between my lips and inhale. I don't smoke, but Jackson offered me one after the party, so I took one. I let the smoke flow out of my mouth slowly. I turn to Jackson and he's just sitting in the front seat of his car, staring at the dark driveway. Mark had to get a ride home with another friend. Jackson couldn't bear to see him again. Hoseok took Jimin home. I take another inhale and ponder about why Mark cheated. I can't imagine how Jackson feels. Actually... I can, just a little bit.

"Damn." Jackson's voice takes me out of my thought. I turn to him, giving him my attention. "I didn't know you smoked." He says, taking a long drag from his. I looked at the cigarette in my hand. "I don't, but I heard it to be helpful." Jackson hums at my answer. "You think this cancer stick will make everything better?" I give him a look of confusion at his genuine question. "Well, no. I don't know. It's better than smoking weed." I mutter. He snorts. "There's a lot of controversy about that, bro."

"I have my own drug already."

"I think it will be soon enough, till you overdose on Hoseok."

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I stare at the cigarette pack standing up on the walmart shelf, where they display the product behind the cashier. I put down the black lighter that was in my hand. "Can I have a pack of the Red Camel?" The lady looks me up and down. "May I see your ID, please?" I nod and take out my wallet. I get my drivers license and show her. She glances at it, and goes to reach for the cigarettes I asked for. She scans the cigarettes and the black lighter.

It's better than drugs, I remind myself.

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a/n-

i just want to say there are a lot more options than drugs.