My Escape [huidawn]

1-smoke

Hyojong looked at the orange pink sky as the sunset in the distance, the puffs of smoke escaping his delicate lips, just waiting for his delivery. On top of the parking garage he waited, waited impatiently for the arrival of his product. Strange clouds flew into the atmosphere and disappearing into nothing, just like Hyojong. One day he was a happy little boy who cared nothing about these poisons that consumed his thoughts and dragged him into a blind delusion, a happy dream that only lasted what seemed like a few seconds, but it was his escape.

His phone vibrated in his pocket as he took another inhale of his cigarette, just trying not to think about what waits for him later on. Throwing the butt on the ground and stepping on it with the ball of his foot, making sure to destroy any last flame that might be still lingering, he grabbed his phone from his pant pocket, staring at the message that he had received.

unknown: Your package is here on the second floor, please hurry. 5 minutes.

Hyojong put his phone away and picked up his black backpack, throwing it over his shoulder, he needed to hurry and retrieve his items before he was too late. Making his way down the stairs to the second floor, he saw the all too familiar car. He walked over to it as the tinted window rolled down slowly revealing a man who's eyes were sheilded by a pair of jet black sunglasses. The boy nodded once to the man as the man handed him a paper bag, Hyojong giving the man a pile of money. With one final nod from the two, Hyojong stepped back as the car drove away.

He looked into the bag. Everything was there, every little thing that would keep him sane for the time being, everything for his escape.

~

"Huitaek, are you coming soon?" The small boy asked through the laptop screen, as he spun around in his desk chair.

"Yes, I've got to pack a few more things, Jesus Jinho," Huitaek told the boy.

"Do you think we'll see any hot guys at the party?" Jinho asked, as he continued to spin around.

"I have no idea," Huitaek responded as he zipped his black backpack up, and swung it over his shoulders looking back at the computer screen.

"I really hope Hongseok or Wooseok are there," Jinho said as he stopped himself from spinning. "They're both so hot and most importantly, tall."

"Jinho, stop it," Huitaek said with a head shake.

"Come on, Hui, I need some love in my life," Jinho said with a sigh.

"Well, while you find love, I'll be on my way to your house," Huitaek said with a small smile.

"Okay bye bye Hui," Jinho said as he blew a kiss.

"Bye hyung," Huitaek said with a small chuckle as he ended the call.

Huitaek let out a sigh as he made his way out of the bedroom, skipping down the stairs quickly.

"I'm going now," Huitaek said to his mother who was on the couch drinking wine.

"Okay Taekie don't do drugs or drink alcohol," his mother said sternly as she waved her son good bye.

Huitaek just nodded and left the house.

~

It felt like Hyojong would never get home. It was already dark and he was starting to get paranoid. He wanted to go to his world right now, but he knew he couldn't. Not in the open.

The boy made his way down the empty street just trying to keep his mind off of things, but the more he tried, the worst his thoughts would get. His breathing started to get heavy and his heart rate increasing, his head was down and he wasn't paying attention to where he was going until he suddenly bumped into something and fell to the ground.

"I'm so sorry," Hyojong said quickly as he looked to see another boy on the ground rubbing his head.

"No it's my fault for not looking where I was going," the boy said as he met eyes with Hyojong.

"Um," Hyojong muttered and looked at his bag that fell to the ground, grabbing it quickly. "Well bye."

Hyojong got up quickly and walked away from the boy who was still sitting on the ground. He just needed to get home, and he could finally escape. Leave this dull world behind and go to a new one.

~

"Finally you got here," Jinho said with an eye roll as Huitaek walked into the house.

"Sorry, I ran into someone," Huitaek said as he followed Jinho to his room.

"Was it a guy?" Jinho questioned with an eyebrow raise.

"Yes, he was kind of cute," Huitaek said with a smirk.

"To bad you'll probably never see him again," Jinho said simply.

Huitaek glared at Jinho.

"Whatever," Huitaek said with an eye roll as he threw his bag to the ground.  "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah, I just need a little makeup," Jinho said as he applied some lip gloss.

"You're already cute," Huitaek said as he grabbed his bag again and unzipped the front pocket taking his phone out, but it wasn't his phone. "This isn't my phone."

"Huh?" Jinho questioned.

"This isn't my phone," Huitaek repeated.

"Who's is it?" Jinho asked as he went over to Huitaek with curiosity.

"I don't know," Huitaek said as he slid his finger across the screen, seeing it was locked. He put the phone down and grabbed the bag, unzipping it. He looked in the bag and saw a paper bag, taking it out carefully and looking in to see two plastic bags full of colorful pills and another bag full of the green herb know as marjiuana.

"Dude, I didn't know you were into drugs," Jinho said with shock.

"I'm not, these are not mine," Huitaek said frantically.

Suddenly the phone started to ring.

"Uh, Hui," Jinho said looking down at the phone. "Your phone is calling."

Huitaek put the drugs back in the bag and grabbed the phone. He pressed answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I need my shit back."