𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨

𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

Heejin watched as Donghyuck pulled out a plastic container filled with lots of pill bottles and boxes. She had never seen him with any of the things in the container, so she didn't know what to think.

"This first one is the needle thingy for my pepper allergy." Donghyuck said, pulling out a small box and then five bottles of pills. "All of these are for my disorder."

"Wait, you actually have pills for that?" Heejin asked. She figured he had nothing for it and that's why he always outlashed.

Donghyuck nodded. "They don't work, though. I take one of each everyday and they do nothing, but the doctor said just keep taking them."

"I can't believe they make you take five pills and none of them even work." Heejin scoffed.

"The only one that does work is this blue and purple one." Donghyuck held up a bottle full of blue and purple pills. "It keeps my temper in check. I usually only outlash when someone touches me and these are why. If I didn't take these, I would probably be outlashing on you right now."

"Donghyuck..." Heejin trailed off, laying her head on the desk next to them.

Donghyuck placed a hand on her back. "Are you okay?"

Heejin suddenly sat up. "I take pills for anxiety. I get stressed easily and start to hyperventilate."

"At least you don't take five pills a day." Donghyuck reasoned. "One pill isn't bad. Everyone has something wrong with them. Mark has a weed addiction."

Heejin and Donghyuck both laughed. The air was light and happy. A lot different from two minutes ago.

"My friend has a sex addiction." Donghyuck chuckled. "He moved away a few months ago. He's chinese."

"Sex is scary." Heejin said, playing with the hem of her shirt.

Donghyuck hummed. "Maybe a little. Not if you trust the person, though."

"I'd rather just make out." Heejin smiled, pulling Donghyuck up and towards the bed.

"I was not excepting-" Donghyuck was cut off by Heejin pushing him back onto his bed and smashing her lips to his.

Heejin climbed on top of Donghyuck, letting his lips move with hers. She ran her hands through his hair and felt his hands travel to her waist. But then, the door suddenly burst open and Heejin sat up.

An older lady with curlers in her hair raised an eyebrow at them. "Use protection if you're gonna have sex in this house."

"WE WEREN'T EVEN HAVING SEX!" Donghyuck yelled as the door shut. He looked at Heejin. "Were we?"

"No, we were making out." Heejin clarified. "There's a difference."

"Whatever you say." Donghyuck smirked, standing up and going over to a mirror on the wall.

Heejin huffed. "Have you ever had sex?"

"Yeah." Donghyuck answered, fixing his hair in the mirror. "My mom fucked me when I was twelve."

"Donghyuck, that's rape." Heejin whispered, shocked by the fact that Donghyuck would just spit that out like it was nothing.

"Yeah, I know. She was high and didn't know what she was doing. I hate her either way and she's gone now, so there's nothing I can do about it." Donghyuck shrugged, flopping down backwards on his bed. "I'm over it."

"Did she always smoke?" Heejin asked. She suddenly had a thought in her head, but she needed an answer to her question first.

Donghyuck nodded. "Ever since I was born, that's all I remember her ever doing."

Heejin gasped. "So she even smoked while she was pregnant?"

"Yeah, I think so." Donghyuck replied, looking at the ceiling.

Heejin stood up abruptly and ran out of the room. She ran down to the basement and burst through Mark's door. She grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and looked him. He was high for sure.

"You have to stop smoking these. They're the reason why Donghyuck has his disorder." Heejin said, watching Mark giggle.

He pulled her closer and smiled. They were only a few inches away from each other. "Younji."

"I'm not Younji." Heejin corrected, eyes wide.

Mark let go and leaned back. "I'm sorry. This never happened. You heard nothing."

Heejin shook her head and waved the smoking cigarette at Mark. "You can't smoke these anymore. They're the reason Donghyuck has his disorder. His mom smoked them when she was pregnant."

Mark's face went pale. "You're joking."

"I'm not." Heejin said. "Stop smoking them."

She smashed the cigarette into the tray, putting it out. She left the room and went back up to Donghyuck's room, spraying whatever scent she could find all over herself.

"Where the hell-"

"I hope this house smells a little less like pot soon." Heejin sighed, laying down next to Donghyuck.

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why do i feel like these ideas are all over the place--- who cares ✨character and plot development✨