"Bambam hyung, please stop smoking. It's not good for your lungs." Yugyeom pouted towards me. He was so caring, probably the most caring person i've had the pleasure of meeting. He's constantly pushing me to stop smoking and although I know I can't, it's a nice thought. It's not that I can't stop, I just don't have an interest in stopping. It calms me.
"I know gyeomie, thank you. " I breathed out, taking another drag and loosely throwing my arm around the youngers shoulder. He took the cigarette away from my lips and dropped it on the ground, smearing it on the pavement. Normally I would playfully hit him, but instead I just layed my head in the warmthed of his neck.
I watched his breath turn to smoke as it hit the cold air. I know I said I hate the quiet, but with him I don't need music to drown out my thoughts. I feel safe.
Somewhat.
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A/N
I got acrylic nails for my prom last night and now I can't take my contacts out lmao
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You Make Me High / yugbam
FanfictionIn which yugyeom couldn't supply the high that bambam was craving. / WARNINGS: heavy drug use, mentions of mental illness, rape and smut
