@rmjiyul

“Act on the Control of Narcotics, Chapter One, Article Three. No person shall conduct any act falling under any of the following subparagraphs: Any act of carrying, possessing, using, managing, importing and exporting, manufacturing, trading, assisting in trade of, or giving or receiving, the psychotropic drug—” 

boom, 

“Any act of trading, or assisting in the trade of, marijuana—”

boom, 

“ Any act of smoking or taking in marijuana or marijuana seed coats, or any act of—”

boom. 

“you’re gettin’ the hang of this, jiyul-ssi.”

there are some things that aren't meant to be seen in the dark. a glint of an unblinking eye. shadows that shift. the way a mouth twists, stretches wide at the corners. but the flame from his lighter flickers over the scratched up slate concrete-slab floor of the basement, and the smirk that pulls across yejun’s face is one of cruel satisfaction, clear as day.

it's not everyday that jaeger territory is this accommodating, and to an alpha, no less. then again, it's not everyday yejun is witness to this either: golden boy with a silver spoon, all pretenses blown out in a curl of smoke, hanging on and high by the last letter. floating way above the ceiling rafters by now, he’s sure of it, because they hadn’t been only puff-puff and passing.

under the dingy white lighting of the single bare bulb that swings slight above them, their surroundings appear to shift ominously at angles that seem to make the room slide, overexposed, then cast over in an ink spell. this doesn’t bother him. what does is that this is nowhere the mark he usually hits.

and then he remembers. instinctively, his hand reaches over to his pocket. 

by now the number of rules they’ve broken must total to an impossible amount. what’s the harm in breaking one more? 

“ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

( sms — yul hyung ) hey hyung are u awake?( sms — yul hyung ) can i ask u something?( sms — yul hyung ) do you think i should drop out? DELETED!( sms — yul hyung ) im not sure i can fit in after all DELETED!( sms — yul hyung ) do u think danbi nuna hates me

“☎” for a RUSHED text. 

( sms — yul hyung ) FUCK FUCKC FKCU IM SRY( sms — yul hyung ) i didngt; meant o keepu waiting!!!! i w;as wokrnig on an asignemtn!!!!!!( sms — yul hyung ) IM DYING( sms — yul hyung ) TO FINISH IT DELIVERY FAILURE!

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they escape the summer heat under the cool shade of prickly pines. everyone drew lots and the unlucky pair to gather the firewood were more than just strangers thrown together by chance. not many people knew she had practically known him since the day he was born. (though their relationship resembled a sort of inherit closeness from so much time spent together as children, the distance aeri placed between herself and others knew no bounds.) they gather in relative silence for the first few minutes, aeri mostly directing jiyul with short commands and directions; she never liked small talk for the facades they fed into.

still, in the quiet and calm of the forest, away from the ruckus of the vacationing students, there was time—and room—to exchange more than just the occasional word. “anything new? i don’t think we’ve really spoken since early spring.” she feels as if that’s her fault, even though it doesn’t bother her—maybe he expects more from her?—and a stilted “sorry” follows.