it was a tiresome little life, to be okabayashi taichi. as much as he’d die before he let it show, it took his toll on him to be so on all the time. he was always smiling, always cracking jokes, always shouldering everyone else’s emotions no matter which side of the bed he woke up on that morning. and today, thanks for asking, he got out of the wrong side. (metaphorically, of course, his bed is pushed up against the wall.) he’d been grumpy and oversensitive all day, and keeping up his happy, ever-unaffected persona had been especially juggernaut. he just needed to breathe.
the first thing that hits him is the smell. it’s unfamiliar to him, but he quickly knits together a conclusion when he spots his source - and the person puffing on said source. jiwon… well, taichi can be a little judgemental, but even without the extensive homework he’d done on his label-mates, it’s a preceding reputation.complete foreigner to drugs of any sort taichi may be, it’s not a difficult puzzle to solve. he freezes for a second, before dropping into a ninety-degrees bow. he’s still a trainee. he knows about hierarchy, and catching a senior red handed comes far in second place behind making a good impression. taichi is not going to lecture jiwon. taichi wants jiwon to think he’s cool. perhaps that’s why, when he sits on the ground next to jiwon, he tilts his head and gives a smile that shows not one trace of his internal freak out (oh my god taichi what are you doing this is stupid this is the stupidest thing you will ever do in your whole life-) ”you know the rules, right?” he says in a way that almost sounds teasing, trying his best to sound like this is what he does, like this is nothing to him. “if you get caught, you gotta share with the class.”
it took a moment for jiwon to put two-and-two together. one moment he’d been alone of the roof, watching the flame from his lighter burn the rolling paper and the next, someone was bent over in front of him. he laughed a little at the kid’s enthusiasm, figuring it was probably a trainee eager to get a glimpse of a traxx member. he was a little frustrated that he had to be traxx’s jiwon again when the whole reason he’d come up there in the first place was to escape all those expectations.
but then, much to his surprise, the trainee was sitting down next to him. jiwon didn’t say anything, just quirked an eyebrow as he took another drag from the joint, holding the smoke in his lungs until he felt a cough threatening to overtake him, finally exhaling a thinned out cloud. “how old are you, kid?” he asked, giving the boy a long once-over. “and what’s your name?” he felt a little bad that he didn’t already know it, but figured there was no time like the present to find out. besides, he was still trying to decide if he should share his weed with this trainee. on the one hand, he had no problem sharing his stuff -- sharing was caring, after all. but on the other hand, jiwon was a seasoned idol. he had an established fanbase and he was part of a popular group. when he’d had his drug scandal, it had rocked traxx, for sure. but it hadn’t ruined them. this kid had yet to debut -- if he got caught smelling of weed or with bloodshot eyes during practice, his career would be over before it even had a chance to begin. “you ever smoked before?”
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