under the influence

{unlikely alliance | jihyo}

Deal Gone Bust | Jaebum x Woohyun

“Mm..” He hummed out and blew out some smoke as he listened before tossing the pack and lighter back in his bag. “I just traded for some once, the guy didn’t have anything else to trade and really wanted to get rid of one of those cartons full for some antibiotics.. I started smoking them every time I got drunk. Never smoked sober.” He said examining his dirty fingernails, “I don’t think this counts as sober.” He said hopefully as he just realized he’d already gotten distracted from his own body heat.

He nodded in understanding, thinking back to when he'd stolen a pack of cigarettes just because it was the only thing he'd found worth taking. It was probably one of the worst decisions of his life, but he had to admit that it made him feel good. "You should probably quit while you're ahead because you might end up stranded without any and then you'll be in deep shit" he suggested, leaning his head against the wall and sighing. "I wouldn't really count you as sober either. You were just asking for me, a complete stranger, to fuck you not even 20 minutes ago, so... You're definitely not in a good head space right now." JB moved to the bedside table then, opening the drawer and pulling out a cigarette from the carton along with his lighter. "Fuck it" he muttered as he stood up from the bed and made his way over to the window so he could open it.

“Maybe the guy told me to come here in the first place, he must have known you somehow.” He mumbled out into the pillow. Jackson felt his face flush at Jb’s words, too easily moved by them. He leaned up in a sigh of relief and pulled his backpack onto the bed, grabbing out a half empty pack of cigarettes. He took one out and quickly flipped open his zippo, lighting it and inhaling, feeling an immediate relief. “You smoke?” He asked holding the pack out to the older male.

"I don't talk about clients to other clients" he scoffed, watching him grab his backpack with only slight interest. It was a little surprising that he smoked, but JB didn't exactly question it considering it probably seemed just as strange when he began smoking. He shook his head at the offer, not wanting to make any sort of dent in his supply of cigarettes. "I've got my own." It wasn't exactly a lie, but he hadn't really dipped in his own for a long time. He'd been trying to quit for some time when he'd went through a withdrawal period after running out. It had sucked and he definitely didn't want to go through that again, so he kept some in case of "emergencies" but he tried to keep himself away from them in most situations. "I'm surprised you're a smoker. Who got you into the habit? Most kids like you wouldn't even touch the stuff... But then again, you're also in a drug dealer's place doing drugs so..."

“No, I’m not trying anything.. I-” he debated coming clean to say he’s never taken much more than an aspirin in his lifetime aside from the obvious alcohol and occasional cigarette. “Fuck-” he ran his hands over his face and laid back down on the bed burying his face in a pillow, “please don’t tell anyone about this..” He muffled out still pretty embarrassed.

"Who am I going to tell?" he asked, leaning against the wall at the head of his bed. "Most of the visitors I get won't even know who you are, so you shouldn't feel embarrassed if I feel the need to stretch the truth a bit and brag about how I had a cute guy in my bed who tried some of my product and possibly lost himself to how good it felt." Obviously, he hadn't learned his lesson from the effect his teasing had earlier, but it was just too fun. Jackson was far too innocent to be around these parts and there was no way he should have even met someone like JB in the first place. He should be in one of the guarded districts, protected from people like him. "Just calm down, take some deep breaths, and you can smoke in here. I don't care about the smell or anything. You're just feeling weird because of the drug. It's a different feeling."

“Jb, please don’t pity me. I know how I must look but I don’t need pity sex after getting a little confused.” He ran a hand through his own hair. “You haven’t looked? How long have you been here?” Jackson was a little concerned with his setup, so many drugs and probably only a couple of escape rouges. It was too dangerous for Jacksons liking. “No I’m just- getting a little hot. Wanted fresh air and to smoke.” He nodded resisting the urge to take off his shirt, but he wouldn’t dare do that now.

JB decided not to respond at the mention of pity sex. It wasn't pity, but he figured he'd just let the subject drop at this point. He wasn't going to be able to convince Jackson, so why bother trying? "Long enough. I have an escape route if I need it, but in case you haven't heard because you've been too focused on how attractive I am, there's infected all over this place. They're like my bodyguards. People don't really come here unless they're looking for me." He stared at him curiously, shrugging his shoulders and sitting up again. He didn't think there was a way to the roof of this place and he knew for sure there wasn't a fire escape near his place. "Are you sure you're not trying to leave and brag about how you escaped my wrath or something to your friends?"

He couldn’t shake his embarrassment still and listened to all the older male had to say. “Temporary is a little generous of a term.” He muttered shaking his head. He wanted to grab his backpack and leave right then.. But he knew if he did he would probably never see this guy again. His brows furrowed as jb turned him to face him, the feeling of fingers running through his hair. “Yeah, I get it. I just thought..” He shook his head, “I’m not the..” He cut himself off and refused to talk badly about himself in front of someone he’d just met. He felt his body becoming hot and he swallowed, a little worried as he wondered if it was because of the pills or the complete idiot he’d just made of himself. “ hey, do you have access to your roof or a fire escape or something?” He grabbed the back of his neck massaging it nervously.

He mentally hit himself for bringing sex into the conversation because now things were awkward and charged while the air became thicker around them. "Maybe another time, okay?" he suggested, playing with the strands of hair as he spoke. He thought for a moment then, thinking about the layout of his place and wondering if he did have any access to those places. He didn't think so, but he hadn't necessarily checked. He always figured he'd risk his injury by jumping from the window into debris if he really needed to. "I haven't really looked. I just made sure these two rooms were secure and set up shop before making myself at home. Why? You want to look at the sky or something?"

Jackson felt his cheeks flush. Cute. Kid. Deflower. He shook his head feeling completely embarrassed. “Must be the pills or something because.. I’m not g-” he cut himself off and swallowed. He got up from the bed and tossed the rest of the pills onto the mattress beside jb, “I don’t think these can help anyone.” He forced a small smile, “I’ll find another way to pay you back. And I won’t tell anyone ahout.. This.” He motioned to the room but held a deeper meaning. 

"You don't have to convince me of anything." He felt a wave of heat wash over him, almost wishing he'd just taken him up on his offer to get rid of this feeling. He could tell that he'd embarrassed Jackson and that wasn't his intention. He shouldn't have even brought up sex in the first place, but sometimes his mouth just moved and his brain forgot to run it through the filter. "Look... It's not that I wouldn't, but you came here to me thinking that I had medicine that could actually people. You're laying here in my bed, high on something I gave you and while I'm not exactly the best guy around, I don't want to take advantage of you like that. That's just fucked up of me." JB had to make him understand that he shouldn't be taking it personally because it wasn't personal at all. "I already told you that it wouldn't help anyone. It's just a temporary bliss. I'm glad you won't tell anyone, but I gave it to you. Just keep them." He brought his hand over again, running his fingers through Jackson's hair again and turning his head to face him.

“Sometimes gold has sentimal value to some.” He regretted letting that slip as it probably made him look even weaker then when he’d first walked in. He could give the scotch away easily enough but his zippo. The two went hand in hand as he liked to smoke when he drank. Jacksons ears perked up at the second option. Maybe he was kidding but.. It.. had been a long time- too long since Jackson had been shown any serious affection. He propped himself up on his elbows, and looked over Jb’s body and swallowed, “some people find lighters sentimental too.. I think I’ll take the second form of payment.. If you’ll accept me.” He was a little nervous now, putting himself out there for a stranger although Jb didn’t feel so strange.. And this option excited him, he’d only been with a girl when he was a teenager and.. then he was only doing it because he thought it was what he should do. But this was something he wanted. 

He sighed at the mention of sentimental value. He was sure that's why he'd hesitated when he mentioned that he had the gold necklace to give away. Sentimental value had no worth in this world though and it definitely didn't mean much to him since he didn't really have anything to project his feelings on. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Jackson mentioned that he'd take the second option, JB coughing slightly in shock. There was no way he would have thought that he would actually pick that. "Look, kid, you're cute and all but I'm not about to bang you like this. I might not have had sex in a while, but I'm not gonna deflower you as a form of payment for drugs that I gave you. I like to think I have at least some morals" he choked out, laying his head down on one of his pillows and snuffing. "You get one freebie, okay? Any more and you'll have to give me something."

He was speechless when jb pinned him against the bed, his natural reaction was to struggle against him but the pills had him relaxed and not seriously thinking he would be harmed. “If you were serious.. then yeah. I could defend myself.” He smiled almost challengingly. At the mention of payment.. He found himself embarrassed. He thought he would be dealing with a medicinal supplier so naturally he brought packs of gauze that were not needed back at base, enough that ey basically filled his bag. He shook his head a little afraid of the outcome, Jb was nice enough to him but at the end of the day he had a business to run and Jackson knew that. “Not much..” He searched jb’s eyes, “a bottle of scotch.. A lighter..” He hesitated slightly, “and a gold necklace.”

He had to stop himself from scoffing at the list of items that he had to trade with. He hadn't figured there was anything worthwhile in there, but he had to admit that the pickings were pathetic compared to other things people would bring to trade. "Gold doesn't have much use to me nowadays. Unless I wanted to bribe some idiot who thought it was still worth something. I'll just take the scotch and the lighter. I doubt you'll be needing those." The thought of cigarettes came to his mind then and his desire for nicotine began to make him itch. "Unless you want to offer me your body in return" he teased, getting off of him and laying down beside him on the bed. He could almost feel the judgement of his other clients as he thought about how they would react if they saw him being so lenient with this kid. They'd probably try to pull one over on him even though it wouldn't end well for them. This kid was special somehow... The mere thought made him feel grossly weak, but he couldn’t deny that he was giving him special treatment.

Jackson’s eyebrows rose, “I may not have wits right now but I’m damn good with my blade.” He said confidently, aware that as good as he felt right now he could protect himself well. He bit into his lip again and stared at Jaebum disreguarding his command to stop, “Want to discuss pay now or are you really not sure if I’m gonna kill over?” He couldn’t help but smirk.

Suddenly JB flipped his legs up on the bed, getting on top of Jackson and pinning his arms down with a cocky grin. "You really think you could defend yourself right now if I wanted to kill you? If I really, really wanted to get rid of you, I'm pretty sure I would be able to put an end to you right now, kid. You're just lucky I decided to be nice and let you stay here while you're testing the product." He let go of his arms then, bringing his hand up to card through his red tresses as he quirked a brow. "I'm still waiting to see if you survive. What do you think you have that I don't already have right now?" he questioned, anticipating what exactly this boy could come up with as payment.

“Feels..” He looked up at jb and smiled, “feels amazing. I’ve never felt like this.” He hummed out and leaned into the older males touch, like an affection deprived puppy. “Hey- there’s more- why don’t you take some too?” He said as he pulled the bag out of his pocket and bounced it up and down in his palm, “Then we can both feel good and melt into this bed.” He smiled up at the older and bit down on his lower lip hoping he’d take the bait.

JB was a little surprised when his hand hadn't been pushed away, but he wasn't complaining. He shook his head at the offer though, knowing full well that one of the rules of dealing was that he never dipped into his product. He was breaking a lot of his own rules right now, but this one was a firm 'no'. He assumed there was nothing sinister about it, but he had to know where to draw the line. "I'm feeling good without the drugs" he assured, continuing to run his fingers through his hair. "Besides, at least one of us has to keep our wits about us. Just because nothing bad has happened here before doesn't mean we're completely safe. You need to stop biting your lip like that though or you're going to make the skin raw."

“I can keep secrets.” He answered honestly withcuriosity in his tone. He was surprised when jb moved the bookshelf and went through the hole in the wall. He followed closely and couldnt help a small smile on his lips at the implication, “I don’t mind sharing.” He blinked a few times at the effects that started to take hold, he felt.. relaxed.. And every passing moment he felt more of it come. His eyes moved to the bed, he took his backpack with his katana attached and set it down beside the bed before crawling on top of it. “Oh this is.. Way nicer than my bed.” He laughed a little as the pillowy cushion of the mattress welcomed him. “Mmm.” He smiled putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. If his friends could see him now.. They would question his survival and grant it with pure luck.

He watched him with curious eyes, arms crossed over his chest, and looked down to hide his small smile when he crawled into the bed. This kid was going to drive him nuts somehow. Finally, he looked up again and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching Jackson make himself comfortable on his bed. "Really? All the more reason to keep it a secret then" he muttered, wondering just how he was feeling right now. From the looks of it, he seemed to be feeling pretty good thanks to the effects of the drugs. "How are you feeling? Feels good, right?" Without much thought, he placed his hand on Jackson's head and petted his hair gently.