#* interactions .

[sinjvn]

closed starter for @emikvs                

                since they got back from canada, he hasn’t been able to reach his supplier and it feels like he is being punished. in the back of his mind, he knows its because of what is happening back at home. the police are getting closer with their case, but the thought of it makes him nauseous and like he does with everything heejun tries to avoid the truth. bothering roy with desperate texts the past few days goes easily, but he hates the unreliability that comes with it and if his mind remains sober long enough he would realize that this is how his customers feel when they can’t reach him. but avoidance comes easy when he gets his hands on some coke. away from the party, heejun is standing in the bathroom with a light that keeps flickering on & off, and he is close to losing his patience as the crumpled ten dollar bill trembles within his fingers. bending down he inhales what he can, straightens up and knocks his head back. it stings, but it hardly matters, and he wipes off some powder that gathers at the edge of his nose. ready to return to the party, he doesn’t notice the body that is fixed in front of the bathroom door as he bumps into them. an incriminating plop framing what he just did and he quickly snatches the plastic bag from the floor. his gaze tracing up to find emi and this is the last thing he wants. heejun sniffs loudly, wiping at his nose as the drugs disappears in his back pocket. his ears buzzing with the sound of their friends laughing in the background. he doesn’t move away blocks the bathroom door and,runs a hand through his hair, once, twice, just to have something to do with it.  “ enjoying the party?  ”

[lapined]

@masktm / / X

BITCH STIP CALLING ME OUT

‘ didn’t say any names, ‘

[sinjvn]

closed starter for @nvlan             

                   he needed a clear head, he knew that, but it was hard to ignore the restlessness that he found himself trapped in. the tremors in his hands that he so desperately tries to stop by clenching his phone tightly in his hold. instead of going to the party last night, heejun spend each waking moment - until the sleeping pills kicked in - refreshing news websites from back home. hoping to land on an article that could give him some good news. good news, seemed hardly the case these days. taking the last steps of the emergency exit ( it did not matter how many stairs he had to take, he refused to take the elevator ). withdrawal was starting to kick in and the idea of slipping into a hospital restroom to do a line before he saw his friend was extremely tempting. turning the corner of the hallway that led to liam’s room, he is met with someone he didn’t want to see but should have expected. heejun blinks and he’s looking at him until the moment their eyes lock and he’s looking away. avoiding nolan’s eyes, he lets out a sharp exhale renting the air between them as his hand reaches out to brush against his nose, a habit the other was all too familiar with.  “ nolan, ”  he says, his own voice wavers when he tries to even it, comes out breathy. then he turns his eyes back to him, exposes the dark circles that are under his eyes and his pupils are almost as large as they are when he is on coke, but the misfocus of them is different.  “ how is he? ” he asks and he tries not to sound as tired as he feels from the stress, glances between nolan and the door to liam’s room. “ is he sleeping? ”

[sinjvn]

closed starter for @svged   

                    fidgety and restless heejun stood in front of sage’s door. rain drenching him down and a sickness in his stomach, he is running on the last minutes of his cocaine high. his phone keeps buzzing in his pocket, but he doesn’t care, because he knows that whoever is calling him aren’t his parents and at that moment nothing else matters. he only hopes that sage lets him in. despite the recent disagreement that had come between them ( which seemed so pointless now ), heejun needs him. sage had gone through this. he was the only one that could understand. the door opens and before sage has a chance to say anything he spritzes the truth from his lips,  “ they are going to arrest my dad. ”  the idea is enough to make him sick again, quickly he turns himself around. bracing one hand against the brick wall for support, he thinks he might throw up, but for now, it stays with an awful gagging sounding coming from his throat. sensitive eyes bring the first tears and he shuts them, enveloping himself in pitch blackness. harsh breathing rattling within his chest.  “ i don’t know what do, sage, ”  he says, voice low, “ i don’t know. ”

[lapined]

‘ this is why i don’t drink, ‘

[justndrew-blog1]

movie night :  zendaya + justin .

          It  had  been  a  long  time  since  Justin  and  Zendaya  had  seen  one  another.    Usually  it  was  brief  conversations  before  and  after  concerts,    but  nothing  like  a  movie  night  together.    He  was  excited.    It  wasn’t  often  that  Justin  got  to  hang  out  with  someone,    someone  who  was  also  attractive  and  exciting;    whom  he  was  sure  could  keep  up  with  his  own  energetic  and  adventurous  antics.

          He  was  clad  in  a  simple  black  t-shirt,    white  beanie  and  grey  sweatpants.    There  was  a  couple  of  bags  of  popcorn  in  one  hand  and  a  block  of  chocolate  in  the  other  as  he  made  his  way  up  the  staircase  ( a  way  to  work  off  the  popcorn  and  chocolate  before  he  ate  it )  and  knocked  upon  her  door,    anticipating  her  answer.