Feelings

9

Chanhee was walking home- it was extremely dangerous, he knew- when he passed by an extremely loud house. He figured that it was just a party, he'd been to a fair share of those in his college time. He stopped to look at the house, but before he could pay attention to it, something came crashing into him.

He fell onto the ground and tried to lift his head to see what it was, but it hurt way too much.

Sunwoo had just gotten his hands on a new batch of cocaine when he saw someone topple over on the street. It didn't matter how high he was, he would still help anyone who needed it. And this person seemed to have taken a pretty bad fall.

When he helped this person up, he saw that it was Chanhee. Why was he seeing him so much in one day? Sunwoo put the older boys arm over his shoulder and started walking him back to his own apartment.

"Are you fucking high, Sunnie?"

"Of course not."

"I can see your eyes. I know you are."

"And you reek of alcohol so we've both done bad things."

"Except the difference is that I can actually drink. There is no way that you'd be allowed to do drugs."

"Chanhee, shut up. I'm just trying to get you back to my apartment so that I can help you. I'm good enough to help you right now, so that obviously says anything."

"I think the only reason you're helping me is because of the drugs."

After that, neither of the boys spoke. They had gotten back to the apartment and Sunwoo took care of the older boys wounds before they both decided it was time for bed. Chanhee had said that he would leave, but Sunwoo just led him into the guest bedroom and let him stay there for the night.