#plays124

"Is there a lighter in our hoodie?" Subong had patted at the pockets of his loose fitting sweats pants, vaguely gesturing towards the hoodie Namgyu was wearing, his hoodie, Namgyus hoodie, at this point, well, theirs. He was shirtless, skin glistening a bit, tattoos on display in the dim light from a TV while they stood on a balcony. The fresh air was nice and now was just the best time to share a blunt with Namgyu, his Namsu. Hair was still damp, purple strands sticking to his forehead. Namgyu had died them, Subong just showered.. it was a good night.