you’re no good for me;
@yfxtaehyun
regret hits him swift; a full course of nausea that has him sloppily setting his unfinished drink aside, body reeling the moment he pushes off of the couch (reeking of shit that probably triggered the queasiness a little too early in the game). he's all vertigo and lumbering limbs when he makes it outside in a daze, and the cool breeze does little to bring him in. he's lurching with a subdued groan, straight towards the curb of the driveway and face first into the slots of a road gutter; it comes up easy, on the double, until he's got nothing but remnants in the pit of his stomach.
“fuck,” he coughs dry, parched at the base of his throat, and spits twice to clear the taste in his mouth. a callous hand swipes against his lips, and he's patting his pockets dumbly then, not exactly sure what he's looking for - maybe a leftover strip of gum, or a hard candy, anything to get the repugnant taste out of his damn mouth. but the boy comes up empty handed - tough shit for being a dumbass - before he's slumping sideways with a guttural groan.
from this angled vantage point, right across the driveway, even with the glassy haze that subdues his vision, he can pinpoint the classic light up of a cigarette in the shadows. and he’s bristling out of habit then, “fuck, dude,” reminds him too much of a stupid boy, with stupid eyebrows, and the stupidest smile he's ever seen - which by the way, he does not miss at all, absolutely not - “did'y'know,” he calls out sternly to this misinformed stranger, whoever this idiot is, as stern as he can sound with the telltale drunken slurring of his words.
“that shit like -" he huffs out a breath in frustration, trying to put this as eloquently as he can - “kills your lungs n’shit??”
