Taste of Ink | j.jk & k.th (COMPLETED)

4am Fucked Up

The sunlight today was so strong that Jungkook needed to squint even with his snapback on his head, the one that Yoongi had given him just two weeks ago. The brim blocked most of the rays out but they reflected off windows and the chrome bodies of cars and as a result there was always an annoying beam of sunlight just waiting to get in his eyes and make his sore brain throb. Jungkook fixed his backpack straps with a heavy and tired sigh, feeling the bag rubbing against his tattoo as he did. He had been working for three hours now and he still had five clients to see to. It was better than the list he had been expecting but yesterday morning he had not expected to get back at the den at 10am with a raging cocaine headache. To top it off Yoongi also had a special meal planned in the evening for the pair of them at Kim Bistro and he just prayed that the horrible aching would be gone by then. If not the day was going to be terrible and he didn't want to ruin the evening because it had been an entire year since it had last happened and that meant he needed to be headache-free and happy for his friend.

Jungkook decided that he was probably never going to use cocaine ever again. It had felt like fun last night snorting a line or two and then shuddering with a sudden burst of energy that made him feel invincible and fantastic. It was better than the occasional state of drunkenness that he had felt in the past from swallowing soju shots, better than the marijuana too, for both of those things had made him feel foggy and light; as if he was floating away and he couldn't remember much when he sobered back up again. Sampling the cocaine had made him feel as sharp as the blade of a knife, had made his senses tune perfectly and he could remember pretty much everything that had happened. Maybe it was for the best that he did remember it all for at least he wouldn't have had the same fiasco he had had when waking up in bed with Taehyung; that horrible sense of confusion.

But with the clarity came several things that he really didn't need that much. First, the cocaine had given him a raging headache. It was one that he felt in his brain, around his eye sockets and jaw from the tension, and it was so bad that it made him feel a little nauseous. A part of him wondered if it was just the cocaine or maybe a mixture of things, like the baseball smashing spree they had went on that also meant his shoulders and elbows were aching, or the fact that Taehyung had skull ragged him a few hard times over the duration of the evening. The second thing was that he could remember was said smashing spree. Jungkook felt not only embarrassed of his behaviour but also shocked that he had played along with the stupid game. They had smashed trash cans and broken windows, had caused mischief and likely scared a lot of people with the racket that they had made. It wasn't right that he had done that when he liked avoiding causing trouble as much as he could; preferring steady and quiet running rather than risky and dangerous. They could have been arrested for that behaviour and he was surprised that they hadn't been. The third and final thing was Taehyung.

Oh boy, where did he even begin?

Jimin had been a wreck this morning so at least he knew that he wasn't the only one of them that was in agony. The boy hadn't even wanted to get out of the bed but he had had to, refusing to open his eyes the entire time he had gotten dressed because he had said that it hurt him too much to do so. It was no wonder he felt so bad and he had only had a single line of the cocaine before fizzing out and vomiting himself back awake again. It was rather amusing how sensitive to drugs he was when he made a living running them but Taehyung wasn't sensitive, not at all.

Taehyung must have snorted four lines of cocaine not including the little chases off the back of his hand over the duration of the night. He hadn't vomited, hadn't seemed to react badly to it, and it showed that he was rather used to the high and the crash that drugs caused. It was almost enough to make Jungkook mad but it wasn't like he could be. No one had made him snort the two lines he had, Jungkook had made that decision himself and now he was deciding to never touch cocaine ever again.