||Kwon Jiyong / G-Dragon|| SMUT & SCENARIOS

Blow|| [Smut]

(A/N): I DO NOT THINK KWON JIYONG DOES DRUGS. I ALSO DON'T CONDONE THE USE OF DRUGS. THIS IS WRITTEN FOR ENTRAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY! IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING THIS, DON'T DO IT!!
All information about the effects of cocaine etcetera are based on internet research or personal experiences of people I know so if it's not 100% accurate I'm sorry! Either way, enjoy~

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Woo-Jin: Hey man, I just got more supply and it's killer. You need any?

Jiyong: Yeah I'm about out. Meet at your place?

Woo-Jin: I'll be here.

Jiyong: Be there in 20.

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Jiyong POV:

I arrive at Woo-Jin's place, pulling my hood over my face and putting my sunglasses on in case someone recognizes me. This is the last place I'd want anyone to see me going to.

Walking in I'm greeted by the rich interior of his condo. The wine red walls and chocolate colored trim complemented the expensive artwork that hung on the tall walls. It always captivates me no matter how many times I see it.

Woo-Jin has a really nice place, I guess that's to be expected from a drug dealer.

I step through the archway of the living room. There was Woo-Jin and a woman I've never seen before. Woo-Jin occupying the sofa and the mystery woman in the white leather armchair to the left of him.

She looks to be a foreigner. She has shoulder length bleach blonde hair that frames her pale heart-shaped face. Possibly American but I can't tell for sure.

As I enter the room Woo-Jin gets up to greet me.

"Hey man, I forgot to tell you I have a friend over. She visiting from the states right now. She's straight so you have nothing to worry about, I promise." He gives me a reassuring pat on the back leading me to the black leather sectional.

I look at Woo-Jin then to the girl. "Ji," I say to her removing the sunglasses from my eyes, giving her a nod of acknowledgment.

She smiles at me with her plum colored lips. "Lucy." She replies back.

"Yo, you guys want to try this? I'll give you a bump for free just to show you how good it is." Woo-Jin speaks up taking his previous seat on the sofa.

"Sure," I say taking the empty seat beside Woo-Jin. I glance at Lucy to see if she'll partake.

"Of course." She says, getting up from her chair, moving to the unoccupied seat next to me on the sectional couch.

"Alright, ladies first," Woo-Jin says splitting the pile of cocaine into three fat lines. It's obviously more than just a bump but Woo-Jin is just a nice guy like that.

He slides the mirror on the mahogany coffee table towards Lucy. She snorts the coke up her nose with a rolled up $100 bill. The way she takes it all at once tells me she's done this plenty of times before.

She rubs her nose disposing of any white powder that may be left behind. She sniffs through her nose once more throwing her head back with a heavy sigh.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding, that's quality stuff right there." She says giving a small laugh.

"I only get the best Luc." He gives her a wink then passes the rolled up bill and mirror over to me.