@mnjwn
    it wasnât exactly a life worth living to most people. spending most days high, and most nights drunk, and all of his time wasting his potential, to sejun, it was the best time he could have. he didnât see the point of doing something with his life when his life was bound to last forever. having fun was all that mattered to him. right now, his fun consisted of being at a randomerâs house party, somewhere in the city. of course, it was way past curfew, and the later into the night it was, the more fucked up him and everyone else in the house became. from where he stood on the third floor balcony, he could pretty much hear every person throwing up in bathrooms and fucking in every bedroom. the sounds had become white noise to him at this point. there was ringing in his ears from both the music and the mass amounts of alcohol and drugs in his system, and every image was a blur. sejun slowly stepped forward, half-empty beer bottle swinging in his hand as he did so. he came closer and closer to the edge, until his waist brushed against the stone wall. messily, he began climbing until his feet were secured on the top of the wall, and his body swayed dangerously. sejun looked at the ground. it probably wasnât enough to kill him, but probably break his legs. things like this never seemed like a bad idea to him. considering the boy couldnât even die, he learned to have an extreme lack of value for his life. sejun brought the bottle to his lips, downed the remaining drink, and dropped it over the edge, leaning forward to watch until it smashed on the concrete below. in the moment, he closed his eyes, breathing in a breath of fresh air and continuing to lean.
