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                since they got back from canada, he hasn’t been able to reach his supplier and it feels like he is being punished. in the back of his mind, he knows its because of what is happening back at home. the police are getting closer with their case, but the thought of it makes him nauseous and like he does with everything heejun tries to avoid the truth. bothering roy with desperate texts the past few days goes easily, but he hates the unreliability that comes with it and if his mind remains sober long enough he would realize that this is how his customers feel when they can’t reach him. but avoidance comes easy when he gets his hands on some coke. away from the party, heejun is standing in the bathroom with a light that keeps flickering on & off, and he is close to losing his patience as the crumpled ten dollar bill trembles within his fingers. bending down he inhales what he can, straightens up and knocks his head back. it stings, but it hardly matters, and he wipes off some powder that gathers at the edge of his nose. ready to return to the party, he doesn’t notice the body that is fixed in front of the bathroom door as he bumps into them. an incriminating plop framing what he just did and he quickly snatches the plastic bag from the floor. his gaze tracing up to find emi and this is the last thing he wants. heejun sniffs loudly, wiping at his nose as the drugs disappears in his back pocket. his ears buzzing with the sound of their friends laughing in the background. he doesn’t move away blocks the bathroom door and,runs a hand through his hair, once, twice, just to have something to do with it.  “ enjoying the party?  ”

‘ didn’t say any names, ‘

                    fidgety and restless heejun stood in front of sage’s door. rain drenching him down and a sickness in his stomach, he is running on the last minutes of his cocaine high. his phone keeps buzzing in his pocket, but he doesn’t care, because he knows that whoever is calling him aren’t his parents and at that moment nothing else matters. he only hopes that sage lets him in. despite the recent disagreement that had come between them ( which seemed so pointless now ), heejun needs him. sage had gone through this. he was the only one that could understand. the door opens and before sage has a chance to say anything he spritzes the truth from his lips,  “ they are going to arrest my dad. ”  the idea is enough to make him sick again, quickly he turns himself around. bracing one hand against the brick wall for support, he thinks he might throw up, but for now, it stays with an awful gagging sounding coming from his throat. sensitive eyes bring the first tears and he shuts them, enveloping himself in pitch blackness. harsh breathing rattling within his chest.  “ i don’t know what do, sage, ”  he says, voice low, “ i don’t know. ”

‘ this is why i don’t drink, ‘

          He  was  clad  in  a  simple  black  t-shirt,    white  beanie  and  grey  sweatpants.    There  was  a  couple  of  bags  of  popcorn  in  one  hand  and  a  block  of  chocolate  in  the  other  as  he  made  his  way  up  the  staircase  ( a  way  to  work  off  the  popcorn  and  chocolate  before  he  ate  it )  and  knocked  upon  her  door,    anticipating  her  answer.