maybe he was never meant to have a normal life. maybe he had an addiction — a problem nothing and no one could fix. no matter how hard he tried to turn that part of him off, he found himself crawling back to his old habits over and over again. dongwook couldn’t let that silver tongue of his go to waste. it kept his pockets heavy and blood pumping with that high. but sometimes, his luck runs out and he’s left with the taste of copper on his tongue and a bruised ego. “you didn’t have to stop that asshole back there,” he huffed, body aching with every breath. “now i feel like i owe you. i don’t liking being indebted to others.”











