unafraid [bts x you]

xvi: hungry

Whatever Jimin had bought, I swear it was laced. It had to be. I was fucking gone, and I mean gone. By the fifth inhale, I forgot all of the morning's events, all of my stress, and frankly, where I was. Jimin was laying on his floor, staring up at the ceiling, pointing into the air for whatever reason. I was on the couch, staring right at him. Or, at least I tried to. I wasn't sure where I was focusing on, because the moment my eyes strained, the edges of my lips would tug upwards and I would go into another giggling fit. My face felt numb and I patted my cheeks, poking and prodding to ground myself because currently, I was feeling as light as air.

I sipped some water and felt how heavy my eyes were, partially closed and most likely comically red, like in the movies. I giggled at the thought.

Jimin turned to look at me and smiled faintly, sitting up as best as he could.

"You good?" he asked, before snorting and falling back on the floor. My legs wobbled as I tried to make my way towards him, smiling stupidly. Man, what was I so worried about? A kiss? That was nothing, I'd kiss Jin again if I could, there was nothing wrong with it. I giggled again, now laying face-down beside Jimin. He turned to look at me and placed his hand on my face. I smelled the residue of the weed and snorted.

Jimin snickered, sitting up to look down at me. "When's the last time you've been blazed as shit?"

"I smoked once in high-school," I said, now pointing at the ceiling. The floor made you point at the ceiling, I realized. Crazy.

"And never again?" Jimin asked me, rolling another one up. I grinned at the sight, almost forgetting to respond.

"Can't be an effective thief if you're on drugs," I explained.

Jimin paused to stare at me, amazed with my insightful philosophy. I was also very impressed by my words and squinted, wanting to say something else, but nothing really formed.

"Wow, you're right," he mumbled. He brought the paper up to his lips to lick shut and the words finally formed, starting to spill out before I could stop them.

"Y'know, I'm really glad that you offered to get high when you did," I said, crawling over to him. Jimin glanced at me before looking for one of the lost lighters scattered somewhere on the floor. "I was pulling my hair, stressed and honestly really close to breaking out."

"Stressed about what?" Jimin took a long, dragged hit and coughed, patting his chest to help ease it out as he hacked. I tried not to make a face and stretched my hand out to take a turn, "You don't deal with any drama, the only people around you are us."
"Exactly! Jin put me in quite the predicament," I said, taking my own sizeable hit. Jimin's brows raised and he snatched the blunt away from me. I let out a whine and he narrowed his eyes.

"What did Jin do?" he asked, suddenly not as cheerful as before. I swallowed thickly and reached for the water bottle I was chugging. My throat was parched, my lips were chapped and my mouth was starting to have that gross taste after being dry for so long. Unfortunately for me, Jimin also took the water away just as I was ready to wrap my hand around it, and I frowned.

"If you want to know so badly, Jin k..."

Several harsh knocks made us freeze. Jimin and I stared at each other in silence, eyes wide, whatever I was saying forgotten for now.

"Oi."

I knew Jimin wasn't as terrified as I was, but that voice scared me to hell. I scrambled to put my shoes back on again as quietly as possible and Jimin went straight to putting everything away. I knew, though, that we were being loud as hell. Being high as fuck really messed with your senses and mobility.