Lee Midam//Social Casualty

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*warning! Mention of underage smoking*

Midam was kicked out his own thoughts by the same annoying machine next to him, but this time the sound didn't stop, making midam look to his side and grab his phone from the bedside table.

//Woongie//

The first thing that went through his mind was why was Woong up so early. 
Woong was a close and only friend of his you could say. He was the only one who knew about how much he was struggling and how awkward he was with people. Woong always tries to cheer Midam up and it definitely works, because Midam is never as happy as he is with him.

But the only problem was that his only best friend left the company months ago which made him feel like it was really only him again this world.

Without hesitating Midam swipped to the right, answering his call.

'Midam, well finally, what took you so long'

'I don't know maybe a normal human sleeps at this time, It's 6in the morning Jeon Woong what the fuck do you want?'

'You were not sleeping, you're not as talkative and especially when you just wake up'

Midam could feel the huge grin woong had from the other side of the phone. He himself couldn't help but smile, damn this boy really lights up his day.

'Anyways, just wanted to tell you that tomorrow I'm free and we should hang out'

Midam mentality rolled his eyes at how impatient woong was.

'And could you not tell me this later?'

'No. I saw that you were online lee Midam, right after I texted you '

'I swear...'

He was too lazy and sleepy to even say anything else, Midam just laughed lightly, the sounds he was letting out from his chest were deeper than usual and it felt kind of refreshing.

'Anyways, did you make any new friends?'

Does the small kid who asked him for a speir shirt count as a friend? Midam didn't even bother trying getting close to the boys, he knew he'd never be that close to them, they already have their bond and ripping inside felt impossible for him.

'Not yet...'

'Midam you might be spending your future with some of them, better get closer already'

'Yea you're right...'

Again, he felt like he was talking to a person who he needed all this time. As weird as it sounds sometimes he would feel as if woong was a replacement of a parent who should've understood his own child.

The light in his room was getting brighter and brighter, at the point where you could see the yellow waves of light reflecting on his skin, making it look golden and darker.

'Woong let's really meet tomorrow, let's go to the PC cafe'

Midam sounded desperate, clearly showing that he missed his best friend too much.

Woong on other side just nodded his head and smiled as he heared the youngers cute voice, he could visually see midams lips pursed out as he said that.

'Yea sure but I don't have money so let's just hang out'

'Ice cream then'

'Damn you really need someone, you're taking me out on a date'

Midam laughed and set up on his bed. As soon as his eyes met the white wall his head started spinning like crazy, was it from the lack of sleep? Or was he sleeping too much?

.....

Talking with Woong always manages to make him feel better, but it only last so long before Midam looks around and realizes how far he is from the house and his friend.

His eyes started scanning the room nonstop before the so familiar feeling got to him. His throat felt dry and all he could think about when was the last time nicotine filled his lungs.

He quickly moved to the side and took out the ,so familiar, box out of his bedside table. Midam looks down at the box in his hand, the cover nearly falling off from how many times he has opened and closed it since he bought it. Out of twenty there's only five cigarettes left in the pack, and Midam tries to remember the last time he had one, the last time he breathed in and felt the tremor melt away in his hands as he inhales the nicotine. He remembers his eyes tearing up as the smoke drifted past his face in a thick cloud, the burning of his lungs when he took his last drug, trying to make it last before the warmth melted away.

He's not allowed to smoke anymore, both his decision and moral one as well. Not because those problems came in his life which became bigger secrets.

Panicking, sweating,  he felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.
He knows where the lighter is, inside the small box in his bedside table, but what if he gets caught? They would care unlike his parents and he didn't want them to think he was like that

This small box was the reason why Woong and he got close in first place, they don't dare to even talk about it, it was too personal for any of them to bring up. But the memory was too precious not to float on top of his brain.

They met when Midam was on a competition from his dance academy. The whole team was waiting in one big hall but there were so many people that Midam could easily feel the breath of his teammate next to him as he spoke. He was doing fine until he felt like the bodies around him felt like suficating.

He stumbled out of the group, his panicked breath was the only thing he could hear as he tried to find the exit. He needed to find a place where he was alone, he needed to breath.

He found himself behind the building in which the competition was being held in. His hands were trembling as he tried to search for the pack of cigarettes in his backpack. His head was spinning from all the turns he had to take just to get there. He rushes as he takes out a cigarette from the pack and places it in between his dry lips. His hands were shaking so much that it was hard to get a proper light.

Usually a few drugs would be enough to calm him down
But all it seemed to do was agitate Midams mind more. Smoke taking space in his lungs prevented air from getting in, wrong fucking move. His lungs seemed to be screaming at him as he choked on the smoke, his eyes tearing up as he gasped for oxygen. He didn't even realize he dropped the cigarette when he was leaning on the wall.

'Woopsies, wrong doo- wait, are you okay?'

That was when an unknown boy accidently walked in on him choking and gasping as he leaned on the wall.

'H-hey calm down, do you know what's happening?'

Midam then noticed a pretty boy whith cute big eyes walking up to him and placing his hand on his back. Midam didn't want to cry but everything was going too fast, he didn't know what was happening and he felt as if he'd die right there on that spot.

'I-i can't b-breath- aghhh'

Midam said it through trying to suck in the air and gasping.

'Yes you can'

The boys voice was so calm and gentle.

'Here, I'm gonna take your hands and breath with me'

The boy pressed Midams free hand on his own chest so he could feel the rhythm of his chest moving up and down as he breathed. He wasn't sure how long it took for Midam to calm down and breath properly but he clearly remembers  not being able of tearing apart from Woong from that day on.

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This is the longest one I've done I think and I'm probably gonna be taking this like that, longer chapters but just a little slower 🌸🌸

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