𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 | tk.

ONE: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ

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TRIGGER WARNING:
descriptions of a panic
attack

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"C'mon, man! You only have four left, jus' knock 'em back like water."

Jeongguk gurgled over something that was meant to be "I'm too drunk", or something of the sort, but his words came out more or less entirely incoherent—especially to the ears of those equally intoxicated around him.

He couldn't have downed any less than six shots and it was only eight o'clock in the evening; he'd been there for less than an hour, he concluded through the mushy fog that clouded his mind.

Nonetheless, he didn't hesitate to accept another from the blurry form of a face that cheered and whooped when the drink of minimal volume had been sloshed in between his fingers. Once or twice while in denial of what he was doing out of pure drunkenness, the little glass nearly slipped right from his hand, but whoever it was he'd gone drinking with had undoubtedly taken to guiding the cool, glass lip to his tongue.

It stung, the potency of the vodka sliding down his throat like a hearty sip of sour water, but he welcomed the dry scratch it left behind and the burn its contents ignited in his esophagus. There was no better feeling—barely, at least—than feeling the alcohol consume you, control you.

"More alcohol didn' hurt anyone!" Someone shouted, sounding nearly just as delirious as Jeongguk himself who slurred a boisterous agreement alongside a series of hiccups.

Bitter streaks of the liquid spilt from the edges of his lips, tongue a bumbling mess of babbles, useless in his mouth as though he'd forgotten how to swallow. This being said, only so much of his drink actually made it past the initial breach. It soaked into the collar of his shirt, the silky baby blue now tainted with a darker splotch (or two—maybe five) of lapis and the overwhelming stench of all he'd yet to consume.

Jeongguk just barely registered slurring a phrase along the lines of "is this why people like sex so much" while licking sloppily around his lips to catch any excess. If anything, he probably left behind more saliva than he gathered alcohol.

Holding the empty shot glass hazardously between the very tips of his alcohol-tainted fingers, Jeongguk craned his head back to rest on the very peak of his upper back, reveling in the sensation of his neck stretching to its limits and his eyes fluttering to fight the blare of flashing luminescence against his retinas.

God, he was so sweaty, it felt as though he were simply dripping just like the alcohol that slid down his neck, his bangs firmly matted against his forehead.

His throat bobbed, recollecting the taste of vodka lingering in his throat.

It didn't take much of a genius to spot Jeongguk's evident disorientation, and he himself was well aware that he should probably go home, that it would be best to call it a night and sleep through the hangover he unfortunately expected to hit him early the next morning.

Not to mention the heightened effects he could already feel infecting his mind like a parasite.

He didn't.

The thrill was simply too good, too refreshing, too worthwhile to just—drop it for the four plaster walls that seemed to be closing in on him after years within them. A reckless man at heart, the alcohol only upped the stakes.