A sharp thin metal puncturing his fragile skin, warm liquid surging through his veins before his visions spun and blurred. The rush brought him alive, not a problem evident on his mind as he concentrated on the feel of the hot liquid circulating around his system. It was an illegal bliss, a fearful getaway. An addictive reaction.

Something so wrong made him feel so right.

His back slid down a brick wall, he had no idea where he was but he knew it was probably in one of the many alleys he had always tripped in. His grip loosen, the syringe in his palm rolled to the ground, his mind in a frenzy, his neck lolled to the side, revealing the long expanse of his tanned blemished neck.

He saw white, he saw stars, even the dark, run down alley looked like a beautiful peaceful meadow. A spectrum of colours danced along his sight.

A sober thought seeped through his incoherent mind. He saw a figure he longed for, tears pooled under his wary eyes as he murmured a name he knew by heart. Youngjae.