LOVERBOY → SF9 INDA | TAENI | JUWOON ZUWOON

night people

THIS WORK CONTAINS DARK ELEMENTS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
tw: drug use, mentions of a past od

Seokwoo wakes up on the floor.

He can't feel his body. He's floating in the center of the room, levitating off of the old, stained carpet as he stares up at the ceiling with eyes that can't register much of anything. The room swims in and out of focus as he watches it, his vision darkening before the light drifts in through the windows and dances over his eyelids.

He's not alive. At least, he doesn't feel like he is. In this warped state of consciousness with the drugs he'd taken the night before still prevalent in his system, playing him like a violin, Seokwoo doesn't feel alive. He's dead, his corpse smiling up at the ceiling in a daze as he feels absolutely elated . His body sings, humming as if taking in thousands of volts of electricity each second.

"Seokwoo."

Now, Seokwoo finds himself drowning. The other's voice comes to him from above the surface; when it translates to the depths, where Seokwoo resides, it's nothing more than a subdued murmur.

And, when the long haired brunette blocks the sunlight from Seokwoo's face, easing himself down onto the older's lap with a tired yawn, Seokwoo's corpse begins to wake up.

"What time is it?" He looks through the other, swallowing thickly. He focuses on the space directly behind the brunette, piecing together what it looks like from his memories before he envisions the small, broken window and the dent in the wall hiding behind the other's head.

"Late," his friend hums before leaning forwards, collapsing gently on top of Seokwoo's chest like a cat, nuzzling his head into the other's shoulder. "I feel like shit."

"Uh-huh..."

"Make me breakfast."

The command kills Seokwoo's high - at least, for enough time for Seokwoo to spit out a joking "fuck off, Youngkyun." And, after the words pass Seokwoo's lips, he's back underwater, the light shining in through the window skewed from the surface, washing over him in beautiful golden waves.

Seokwoo's in heaven.

"Please?" Youngkyun whines, his voice only clear because of how close he is to Seokwoo's ear. The older's jolted painfully back to reality.  "You're a good cook. I burn shit all the time. Please?"

"Fuck off, Youngkyun."

Seokwoo closes his eyes, feeling his high climbing back up to him, ready to drag him back to the beautiful afterlife he'd previously found himself in.

"I'm hungry," Youngkyun continues finally, whining against Seokwoo's shoulder. "Either you make breakfast or we go out..."

Seokwoo shoves Youngkyun off of himself, frowning when the other forces him out of his beautiful high once again. He's getting irritated. "Then I'll make something," he sits up, raking a hand through his hair harshly. "Fuck, Youngkyun...."

The younger jumps back happily, standing after a moment of watching Seokwoo wake up. "You're the best, Seokwoo."

"I hate you right now," Seokwoo informs, grumbling as his high continues to die steadily. "I felt so good... Why the hell can't you just go buy something!? There's like, ten bakeries a few streets over!"