he’s rudely awoken by a dull noise of a body hitting the floor, eyes blurred with a concoction of sleep & substances that made the light that greets his eyes the moment they reluctantly open only the more jarring. the sheets that barely cover his frame seem to weigh down on him, the uncomfortable heat only emphasising the dryness of his mouth & inspiring nothing but lethargy in him. for once, the question as to where he exactly he’s woken up isn’t at the forefront of his mind, the feel of this particular bed more known than even his own, the scent of weed & brody’s cologne underlying all around him as hanbin rises to a sitting position, momentarily forgetting to check up on his best friend on the floor until he hears the familiar groans emanating from where the other had unceremoniously fell from the mattress.
after allowing himself the luxury of a few moments to rest his eyes & to quell the minor ebbs of nausea threatening to flood him, hanbin eventually scoots across the bed to look over at the boy sprawled out on the floor. “ what happened last night? i don’t even remember leaving that dude’s house party. ”
satisfied that brody probably only suffered some minor bruises, hanbin falls back onto the soft pillows, stretching out across the entire bed to relish the few lone moments before brody eventually drags himself from the floor. he throws an arm over his face, the morning ( or possibly early afternoon ) light that bathed the room becoming more intolerable by the second to his hungover self. “ this is all your fault. ” he mumbles, a common saying whenever waking up in almost comically similar states with the other, though they had long since stopped trying to seriously determine which party was responsible for their shared messes.
a low groan leaves brody before he’s even conscious, his baffled expression rivaling only his state of disarray to culminate into the results of another wild night. his throbbing skull keeps the events from fully resonating in his memory, but the clues are there, and when he slowly supports himself to stand and then flop back onto his bed, the other body already there is less of a shock than it probably should be. the impressive reddish-purple splotch on the other boy’s neck is impossible to ignore, so he doesn’t look at hanbin at all as he speaks, brody responding at first only with a grunt.
when he finally looks back at hanbin he winces, but pretends it’s from the movement of his head. he would prefer not to confront the memory of the pair grinding on each other and later making out vigorously, writhing around beneath the sheets—
“how’s it my fault? i’m pretty sure you suggested that last stop at the dive bar that ended up being full of european tourists... and those last few jaeger-bombs.” the word alone made his stomach churn and his head throb once again. this would not be a fun recovery day. unless...
“do we try the hair of the dog thing? i don’t have anything better to do today.”
his insomnia was relentless tonight, so after tossing and turning beneath egyptian cotton sheets for an hour or so, brody gave up. his bed was incredibly comfortable; it should be for all the won he spent on the luxurious frame, canopy, and mattress. still, it was a rarity these days that brody could catch a full night’s sleep.
getting the idea that some chemicals might help, after lazily getting dressed, he slid his cigarette pack full of not-cigarettes into his pocket, grabbed his keys, and headed off into the night. there was an all-to-familiar park near his house, where brody sometimes went to get high and think and try to force his brain to shut down for the night.
sitting on a picnic table, brody was shrouded in darkness save for a single streetlight barely illuminating the area. he lit up one of his joints, smartly tucked away inside a regular cigarette packet, at least brody thought. exhaling the smoke into the night, as if on cue, he heard footsteps nearby. with his luck, it was probably a cop.
hi, finn here with my second son, brody. unlike benji, he is total trash.. but please love him anyway.
edit: forgot to add his pinterest which i need to work on some
finn , 22 , cst , he/him —— is that a bird or a plane ? nah , it’s just BRODY KWON . word on the street is that the TWENTY year old , MALE , looks an awful lot like NA JAEMIN , but i just don’t see it . strangers believe them to be POMPOUS and AUDACIOUS , but their friends will tell you they’re DARING and RESILIENT . they associate themselves with rolling on a bed covered in money, louis vuitton overnight bags, and top shelf liquor.
tw: drug abuse and addiction, mild neglect
grew up in itaewon, one of the richest neighborhoods in seoul, to a father who is a self-made multi-millionaire and his doting trophy wife.
his dad is a piece of shit but rich, so all in all, a good trade off. his mom got a divorce from him 10 years ago when she couldn’t put up with the asshole anymore and took brody with her, along with a shit ton of money.
brody just basically lived at a boarding school in seoul and pretended everything was fine at home. within a few years, his mother remarried and he gained a step-brother a year older than him that he somehow still had to keep an eye out for.
as most mildly neglected kids with a lot of money do, he rebelled. brody skipped class, drank, did drugs, seduced teachers, the whole bit. he was never reprimanded, even when his mother and stepfather were called in for meetings. as long as they didn’t have to put up with him, they were fine with whatever he chose to get himself into.
at boarding school, he made friends that would only exacerbate his troublemaking behaviors, and he could charm his way out of even the stickiest situation he got himself into.
now that he’s out of school (what’s the point of going to college when you’re financially secured for life?) it’s just gotten worse
his addictions to alcohol, drugs, partying, and sex have just strengthened and his health is deteriorating but he can’t bring himself to care
somehow, he’s still soft and compassionate, if a little misguided
needs
ride or die he may or may not kinda have a thing for hanbin
friends to cause a ruckus with
people who worry about him and his lack of control
sexual conquests. he just sleeps around a lot okay
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