be careful ft. @yfxwoosun:
“i didn’t do annnythung.” woosun slurred, arms coiling around jae’s waist and leaning forward into him more. “i’m not drunk at alll.” a lie. an obvious one. a wasted one when his body was dripping with the scent of the alcohol and smoke, and he could barely hold his own body up straight. fingers pressed in, rubbed into jae’s lowered back, absorbed in the strange sensation of the fabric under his fingertips. “can i stay here?”
jae couldn’t, and wouldn’t ever refuse one of their dongsaengs in need of help - and a great example of this was their relationship with woosun. countless evenings spent sobering the younger boy up and holding them for hours on end, humming a mindless tune and reassuring him that everything would be okay, that everything was okay.
it was an easy task to give these days, and although the never recieved themself, it didn’t mean they’d give up on others - they knew they were too weak to help themself, and therefore being a rock for peers ( a crumbling rock, at that ) would mean there was at least some control in their life. letting jae get dangerously close to someone was always a problem, but in their mind, danger didn’t exist in selflessness, putting someone else’s needs before your own - someone with a far more precious life, more potential to make something happen in the world - jae couldn’t resist nurturing him whom couldn’t nurture himself.
“you smell like death,” jae coughed and wrapped their arms around the torso of the tall boy clinging to their waist for dear life, head dug into their overwhelmingly fragrant collarbones with his fingers dug into of their silk nightwear. ‘please, don’t let them reek of beer in the morning,’ jae silently prayed, and in whirl of internally swarming typos and distress, jae was able to transfer the majority of woosun’s weight into their arms and carry him to their king single mattress without a sweat. working out had it’s eventual perks.
brushing their pale hands through woosun’s black hair, jae’s face contorted into an expression of disgust at the feel of hair grease spread throughout the dark locks, soon leading them to notice his attire.
“woosun, what in the heavens were you thinking? where are your old, ‘i’m a hardworking aspiring baseball star’ clothes?” they pulled at the fabric of his leather jacket and sighed, resting their head against the wall above their dongsaengs shoulder with a dramatic groan.
‘we don’t need another one of them,’ by them, jae was referring to the majority of the male population of sunhwa - hooked on everything illegal for their age, with all traces of innocence absent - they’d seen too many of those transformations already. how unfortunately common it was for them to drown their sorrows in a sea of drugs instead of start caring for themself? although, jae couldn’t talk, because from ignoring the oh so esteemed buzz of hard liquor and narcotics had kept them in a constant state of verging on panic attacks, anxiety, what could be onset depression and dysphoria everywhere they looked - ‘do it for hakyun, we do everything for hakyun.’.
“i don’t believe you when you say nothing happened,” jae muttered and grabbed the breathmints off of their bedside table, “but, of course you can stay here. though, i’m going to have to clean you up before you stink out the room of the only two sober third years on campus. and your hair drowns in your overusing of products. and your clothes start sticking to your skin and leave you thinking they look anywhere near as good as your baseball jerseys and sweatpants.” they gave a soft smile to smooth over their harsher words and stood up to fetch a pair of pajamas for him to don before jae started to return woosun to his naturally glowing state - that is, if it wasn’t washed out by the abuse of alcohol, which it certainly could be.
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