❧ jongsuk

@james mcavoy ♕ Today had been a fairly decent day for Jongsuk. The drop off consisted of a couple new experimental substances, and a rule was placed the moment that selling became a regular occurrence: Don't sell what doesn't work. Oh, it works. Not only was the world clearer than when he experienced LSD for the first time, but it almost felt like there was a true feeling of contentment. Perhaps happiness. Of course, that wasn't exactly an emotion Jongsuk could consider himself familiar with. However, it felt like his safe space in the form of a tiny pill. And that spoke volumes. But by now, it was getting late and the feeling began to wear. Tomorrow held promise of money and perhaps more practice in the upper loft.

First thing's first: a hot shower before dinner. Stripping , Jongsuk climbed into the shower, a hiss slipping between the cracks of his teeth as the steaming water made contact with his skin. A sigh quickly followed as his muscles started to relax, shoulders rolling back with his head, the water steadily running against his face. As the dealer bathed, his mind wandered: to tomorrow, to his thoughts, ignoring the nausea that held the stomach, assuming it was nothing more than the drugs beginning to settle into normalcy. His hands worked themselves against his hair and body as a regular routine, a low hum touching his throat as he disconnected from his surroundings. A usual occurrence.

(trashy start but it'll get better. no worries.)