lofty ∬ pjm&osh ∬ nye
There was an incessant need for Sehun to be constantly entertained. Whether it was by his own means, through his phone, or through interaction, he needed something to always be occupying his mind. If he didn’t have anything, it was habit to stir something up a little more, just to make things more interesting for himself again. Which, truthfully, was a good part of the reason he leaned toward drugs.
He always carried his supply with him, never knowing when he would need another fix or when he just wanted to spruce up a good time. There was plenty of alcohol flowing around him and in his system, but getting fucked up was always more enjoyable with someone else. Of course, too many people were occupied with their dates or with trying to fit some mold of being better than their true selves to pry away, and others he’d never reveal his habits to.
Eyes narrowing slightly, he glanced around the room, seeking a familiar face who knew too much but was in just as deep as he was. On seeing him (hopefully without his butch date), he crossed the floor. “Jimin, baby,” he cooed, a hand going to the other’s arm. He leaned in just a little (and slightly down given the other’s height), “Come with me, let’s get high. It’ll make things more interesting. Your lesbian girlfriend won’t miss you, come on.”
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