⎛ Part Two ⎠

The next morning, Hyunwoo woke up to some kid sitting on his stomach. He groaned, kicking his feet, but they were tangled in a mess of blankets, and for some crazy reason the kid wouldn’t get off of him. Slowly, reluctantly, Hyunwoo opened his eyes, only to find the high kid from the night before sitting on him, his eyes puffy and bloodshot. Hyunwoo sighed, rolling his eyes, and pushed the kid off of him. Yep, he definitely did drugs, but something in the back of Hyunwoo’s mind told him something more happened as he was sleeping.

“What’s up, kid?” Hyunwoo said drowsily, sitting up in bed and ruffling his own hair with an air of sleepiness.

“The name’s Mi— Cheolyong,” The way he said his name, slumping slightly during the first syllable, made Hyunwoo pause. “I did drugs last night with my cru— friend. And he kicked me out, so you almost hit me, so I’m sorry. I should probably go.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Hyunwoo tsked, grabbing Cheolyong by the wrist, forcing him to stay still. “You don’t go anywhere until you tell me why you hesitated with your name and why you called your friend your crush. And, you’re hardly even coming off your high, we need to sit you down until the blood gets out of your eyes.”

Cheolyong was going to protest, but Hyunwoo quickly got out of bed and dragged him to the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table, waiting patiently as Hyunwoo began to make coffee, the room growing overly silent as time ticked on. Soon, Hyunwoo sat across from him at the table, setting a cup of steaming coffee in front of the teen, who just stared at it.

“Drink,” Hyunwoo said, tilting his chin up to the cup in front of Cheolyong. “It’ll help your nerves calm down.”

Looking down, Cheolyong noticed he was drumming his fingers on the table. His legs were bouncing, too, though he hadn’t noticed it. Biting his lip, he brought his hands to wrap around the cup, raised it to his lips, and took a small sip. He kept his eyes on Hyunwoo the entire time, the red veins popping out very obviously in the whites of his eyes.

“Listen, I’m not expecting you t—”

“I’m a class clown, but not really. I’d rather be a burn out, because, well, I actually fit in with them. I drink. Do drugs. I get bad grades. I’m always in detention. I cheat off of tests. I pay people to be smart for me, only because I’m lazy. I’ve been best friends with Lee Joon for the last two years and I’m in love with him, but he doesn’t see me because he’s too blinded by drugs and alcohol. He gave me the nickname Mir, which I go by around him, and he’s literally the most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on. I’m the one he depends most on but I don’t think he even realizes it. I just want to be noticed,” Cheolyong cut Hyunwoo off and burst, spilling everything without hardly even stopping to take a breath. “By him. Mostly him, at least.”

Hyunwoo just stared, blinking in amazement. Why was it that everyone seemed to trust him so easily? “Okay. Well... I’m not gonna tell you to stop drinking and doing drugs because I have no authority over you... But what I can do is give you advice. And my advice is... Put yourself out there. Let yourself be known. Don’t hide behind some beautiful creature because you can, let yourself be known for who you are and what you do—”

“I’m not hiding behind Joon, actually.”

“You’re his little puppy dog,” Hyunwoo’s comeback was quick and snappy, causing Cheolyong to purse his lips and stay silent. “If you weren’t, you would’ve have walked out of his house when he told you to. You wouldn’t want to be someone you aren’t just so you can be by his side. You aren’t in love, Cheolyong, you’re in lust. Love is doing what you want without fear of someone rejecting you because you do it. Lust is changing your ways to fit the exact wanting of someone else, even if it isn’t truly you.”

Cheolyong stared, blinking, biting his lip.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

A small nod.

“So what’ve we learned today, Cheolyong?”

Cheolyong took a moment to think, sipping his coffee lightly, and overtime Hyunwoo noticed that the blood was receding from his eyes. “That I’m not Joon’s puppy. And if he loves me, then I can be who I really am without him kicking me out of his house.”

“Life, actually. He won’t kick you out of his life,” Hyunwoo nodded, placing his empty coffee cup on the table and smiling lightly. “Now, are you ready to leave and work out your problems?”

“No, actually,” Cheolyong said, much to Hyunwoo’s surprise, and then continued. “Do you have any weed?”

Hyunwoo blinked and stared at Cheolyong for a moment before getting up form the table, walking to his room and pulling a bag of weed from a drawer of his dresser. He went back to the table and set it in front of Cheolyong, an eyebrow raised.

“Wanna get high with me?” Cheolyong asked, pulling the weed form the bag and successfully rolling it into a joint, as if he had done it many times before. Hyunwoo knew he did, though, and he himself could roll a joint almost professionally.

“Let’s do it,” Hyunwoo agreed with a smile, and then they set off into the typical high scene: one person lit the joint, took a drag, then passed it to the other person. The other person took a long drag and exhaled, handing it back to the first person, and this continued on until almost the entire contents of the bag of weed were gone. Soon, they were giggling hysterically, taking pictures with Cheolyong’s phone, and trying to make little shapes with the smoke as the exhaled.

Hyunwoo never felt better in his entire life.

⎛ end ⎠

♛ Author Note ♛

drugs are bad ʙ|