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jo: i just hate how everyone's so... stupid.

roy: what's up haha

                  an endless supply of drugs with him wherever he went, instead of preparing a healthy breakfast first thing in the morning, heejun can be found with spice grinder crushing a couple of oxy pills on the kitchen counter. the noise of an electric kettle boiling loud in the background, as he tries to ignore how much the healing tattoo of emi’s name on his finger is itching.  he doesn’t look up at the sound of footsteps, only crushing the pills more forcefully.  “ if you think i’m making breakfast, you must have confused me with my brother. ”