My Escape [huidawn]

4-peace

"Did you have sex Jinho?" Huitaek asked as he drove them home. Jinho was flat out drunk, he couldn't even keep his eyes open or his mouth closed.

"Yes, my pussy felt awesome," Jinho mumbled with a small laugh.

Huitaek laughed too. He loved when his friend was drunk because he always said stupid things and lied about everything, thinking it was true.

"Jinho, you don't have a pussy," Huitaek told the boy.

"I don't?" Jinho questioned as he slid his hand into his pants to check. "Oh yeah."

"You're crazy," Huitaek said with a chuckle as he parked Jinho's car in front of the house.

"But I did have sex," Jinho said, turning his head to Huitaek.

"You didn't even talk to Hongseok or Wooseok, every time they said something to you, you'd get all shy and run away," Huitaek told the confused boy.

"Shut up," Jinho whined as he pushed himself out of the car.

"Hey, let me help you," Huitaek said as he got out of the car quickly to help Jinho.

"You know, you, you're a good friend," Jinho said as Huitaek put his arm around Jinho, helping him into the house.

"Yeah I know, now be quiet so you don't wake your parents," Huitaek answered as he shut the door behind him quietly.

"Okay," Jinho whispered as he was practically dragged up the stairs.

Huitaek just shook his head. He brought Jinho to his room and dropped him on the bed, Jinho letting out a whine as he rolled over, almost instantly falling asleep. Huitaek got into bed next to Jinho, and for some strange reason, Hyojong slipped his mind.

~

Their lips were glued together as the two practically sucked the life out of each other, Hyojong tugged at Shinwon's hair. They were in Shinwon's car, right outside of Hyojong's house. Hyojong let go of Shinwon's lips and locked eyes with him, a smirk appeared on his face.

"You wanna have sex?" Hyojong asked as he bit his bottom lip.

"I should probably get home," Shinwon said sadly, his high obviously coming down. "Maybe another time."

Hyojong rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. Shinwon rolled down the window.

"Hey, don't be like that!" Shinwon called.

Hyojong turned around and stuck up his middle fingers, sticking out his tongue as well before turning back around to his house.

He opened the door. The house looked empty as he made his way to his room quietly. He took his pacifier from his pocket and slipped it into his mouth. He went into his room and fell onto the bed with a high pitched whine.

"Hyojong, is that you?" His mother called from the hall.

Hyojong sat up and took the pacifier out of his mouth quickly.

"Yes," Hyojong answered.

His mother appeared in the doorway and looked at him with tired eyes. She looked exhausted and beat up.

"Why didn't you call, your father was worried," his mother said looking pretty upset.

"He wasn't worried," Hyojong said with an eye roll as he fell back on the bed. "He was just mad he can't control his family."

"Hyojong," his mother said with a sigh.

"It's true," Hyojong said simply.

"Next time call," his mother said as she left his room, leaving the door wide open.

Hyojong let out a groan as he got up from his bed and went over to the door.

"Next time shut the door," Hyojong mumbled with annoyance, closing the door, almost slamming it.

Hyojong went back to his bed and laid down. He was starting to come back down. He just wanted another hour but sadly he only had a short high tonight, even from taking two pills. He rolled over and grabbed his head phones from the side table, taking his phone out and plugging them in. He played his infamous playlist that he always played when ever he felt himself coming down.

As the music started to take him away, his eyes closed, a single tear fell down his cheek.

~

"Hui, my head hurts," Jinho groaned as he sat at the kitchen table looking drowsy and sleep deprived.

"You're the one who drank too much," Huitaek said as he placed a bowl of cereal in front of Jinho.

"I didn't mean to," Jinho said as he sat up straight. "Yuto put too much alcohol in my drink."

Huitaek just rolled his eyes.

"Sure," Huitaek said with sarcasm in his voice.

Jinho just glared at him.

"You know, Hyojong was looking at you funny last night," Jinho said as he started to eat his cereal.

Huitaek's eyes widened at the mention of Hyojong.

"He was?"

"Yeah, usually he always looks at people with harsh eyes but it's like his eyes went soft when he looked at you," Jinho told him.

Huitaek said nothing and just looked at Jinho with a bit of confusion. He didn't really think it was true. 

"Anyway's you can go home now if you want, I'm probably going to go back to sleep anyway," Jinho said with a small smile as he got up from his seat and stretched.

"Okay, I'll let you sleep," Huiaek said with a smile as he went to the door. 

"I'll see you later okay?" Huitaek said as he opened the front door.

"Yeah," Jinho said simply.

Huitaek got outside and let out a sigh. He just wanted to forget about Hyojong, but he couldn't. He started to walk to the direction of his house, trying to keep his mind off the boy from the party.

 Before Huitaek knew it, his phone was in his hand, his thumb about to hit the call button to Hyojong's phone. 

~

Hyojong was sitting on top of his roof, smoking a joint as he watched the clouds pass by slowly. He was just sick of crying his eyes out so he decided to just keep his mind off the subject. He felt so alone in this mess of a world, his parents always gone, and even when they were home they either screamed at each other or at him. 

He took another drag, feeling more relaxed and free with each puff, blowing out the awful smelling clouds as they released into the air. 

Suddenly, Hyojong's phone started to ring. He almost got scared off the roof from the sudden loud ringing. He expected to see a call from his mom or dad saying they'd be late again tonight so he shouldn't wait for them, but it wasn't. It was a number that wasn't saved on his phone. He was so nervous on who it was, he started shaking. He slowly pressed the answer button and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Did you fucking steal from me, you little brat?"

Hyojong's heart sank. He knew who it was, and it wasn't good.