WHITE TEETH TEENS
jimin has collided with a different kind of territory, so different he could feel it. never in his life did he think that he’d come across– and he would definitely call it this, much to the dismay of some of his peers that are into the whole scene– recreational drugs. at least this encounter involves someone that’s young and isn’t likely to beat him up. maybe they were already bought, he doesn’t really know. and jimin won’t ask anyway because of course, it’s not really his business.
he nodded as he rested the bag on the palm of her hand. “you’re welcome.” with that, he finally found a peace of mind as he rested his back against the wall once again. he let out a heavy sigh of relief; the tension turning into the smoke he saw reaching the ceiling. no conflict, just right… right?
FRESH BLOOD was always easy to spot. just the boy before her now reeked of the stench, of innocence that, at age eighteen, eunha could no longer afford. jealous, she was, not that she’d tell a soul. her life to this very day was all because of choices she chose to make. who was she to mourn at? herself? no. those were saved for the days where it’s just her and a bottle in the dark of her room. not now, not here.
“first time here?” admittedly, she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t help the curiosity from seeping through the cracks of a carefully constructed wall of indifference as her fingers curl around the plastic in her palm, perhaps already a little inebriated from drinking a little earlier. it is honestly impossible to go to these things sober.
“you look nervous.”











