cabinet

twenty-seven.

day 16 with jaehyung
21:02

it's late and my head's spinning after an hour session of smoking some good ass mary jane, everything around me seems consumable. except there's just nothing to eat.

getting up felt trippy, so much that i fumbled until i gained balance. thankfully the door isn't ages away, i reached for the knob and twist it open with very slow steps. since.. every step i take feels like my feet would sink into the ground.

i spot jaehyung in the living room again, but the television isn't on and he's just sitting on the couch, staring blankily at whatever. he could be performing a silent ritual, or he's probably regaining his memories. whatever it is, i'm sure it's not anything i'm assuming.

although it's a weird sight to see. what the fuck is he doing?

uh oh, i feel like laying on the floor face front after a sudden surge of tiredness washes over me as my craving for food grows. i would call up a fast food restaurant, but my phone died a few minutes ago.

of course, i don't have to eat. this is just some craving i could sleep out.. but today is an exception. i can't stop thinking about burgers.

the glossy buns and its juicy steak.. it's all coming together along with the fresh lettuce and tomatoes, with the sauce to finish the taste.

my lust for burgers grows stronger the more i think about it, so much that i want it next to me as i sleep.

burgers are hella sexy.

as i continued to imagine the deliciousi remember there's a restaurant just a few buildings down, it's near enough for

with an excited smile, i walked back into the bedroom to grab two coats; one for me, the other for jaehyung.

my hand freezes as soon as it touches the coat. wait what? why am i taking two coats?

before i could grip onto the other one, i decided that one coat was enough. i don't need to take jaehyung with me everytime i leave.

putting the coat on as i leave the room was harder than i thought, i was tripping and stumbling around the hallway. it would be easy if i weren't high.

good thing i don't own any vases.

when i entered the living room, the boy i expected to see isn't anywhere to be seen. "jae, you there or what?" i look around, but everything was spinning and i can't see shit straight.

in the corner of my eye, i see the boy coming out of the kitchen, holding a box of froot loops as he shoves a handful of it into his mouth.

"oh, you're just eating." i sighed, walking past him.

i could feel his gaze on me while i grabbed a shoe from the rack, and i ignore it while i scoured through the shoes just to find the matching pair. this feels extremely difficult, when it should be easy.

the silence breaks, "wh–where.. go?"

i responded nonchalantly as i put my shoes on, "gonna eat outside."

"ah.. okay."

finally, the other pair of shoe showed up and everything feels possible now. i realize that giving up would just be more painful than the pain in the long run.

i don't know why i even thought of that.

"i'm leaving, don't go inside the weed closet, 'kay?" i tell him, and he nods as if he knew what i was talking about.