"Let's talk sex."
He was a spark, a wildfire of flames that intended to set her heart ablaze, and she was merely another doll-faced student who was too easy to mess with.
EXAGUSTD, 2021
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MATURE;
There is a feeling of comfort and disengagement as I part my lips to exhale, my shoulders snuggling into the wooden bedstead frame and my knees brought together to my chest. I lower my fingers to my side, watching the blur of ivory fumes swirl into thin air, fading as I reach to grasp the neck of another glass bottle.
Escape - that's all I am trying to do. Jimin, Yawang, their unresolved bickering, and my stomach churning feelings for Taehyung. Drunk or high - it didn't matter - nothing smouldered my thoughts, so long as I breathed the scathing vapours in and burned my throat with the alcohol. Anything to soothe the soreness in my chest.
A dull sound punctures the air and I stir to the incessant blaring of my phone from somewhere over Jungkook's bed. I freak out when I realise that it's from home.
"Oh, jeez~" I giggle nervously, "my dad is gonna be very mad."
It has become some sort of tradition for my father to call every once in a while to check in on me, despite his heavy hours at work. Now, probably in hopes of coaxing me to return home for the holidays but I stray away from the thought of spending a whole week under his inspection.
"Such a daddy's baby," I shy at the disembodied voice until my vision sifts to my friend.
Jungkook has sat an arm's distance away from me, weed in hand and his face overspread by a thick blanket of cold fumes. I can barely make the contour of the redness in his eyes as he leans closer, lips spreading in a faint smile. We are stationed in his side of the room, speaking in gibberish and occasionally bursting into a fit of secretive giggles before following a cycle of rambling. The more I sit with Jungkook, the lighter I feel.
And there seems to be an abundant supply of drugs under his sleeve - I can't remember how many rounds I have taken, but it seems to take me over the roof and float me across the sky as I take another large swig out of my bottle. Something bright and velvety crimson catches my attention and I squint my eyes to discern the strap of clothing, growing fidgety whilst leaning into his side to veer at a conversation.
"Jungkook?" the side of my head falls down his shoulder.
"Hm?" I giggle at the sound of his hum reverberating into my ear and lift my chin to peer at him.
"Do you use ... feminine undies?" I feign innocent curiosity with my forefinger pointing at the frame of his drawer.
Our surroundings go still for a few minutes and his wide eyes space out on the floor as if he is just processing into the words I've just uttered. I feel him shuffle under my weight, twisting a little to face the corner I am pointing at and my nose muffles into the side of his arm as he starts to lean away. Jungkook stares at the thing for a couple of seconds before stretching an arm to pull the drawer open, and my internal laughter bursts out as a whole bunch of vibrant clothing tumble out. He lets out an audible gasp and I laugh harder.
