you were in your room on a sunday night. it was dark, but you were wide awake. your room that once smelled like fresh laundry or vanilla now smelled like weed. it was supposed to be a regular night, but you gave in to the craving and relapsed. you were planning to just lay there in shame and guilt, but a knock on your window startled you out of your thoughts. your heart leapt in your chest, immediately knowing who it was. you sit up, groggily walking over to your window to see heeseung, a smug look on his face.

“not today. i already feel like shit.” you roll your eyes, not opening the window for him.

usually, he’d pester you until he got bored. a consequence of living right next door to your bully. he was too afraid of your parents to walk in through the front door, but he wasn’t above sneaking through windows.