toxic relationship · drug abuse · dark romance · self harm · angst · bts au · destructive · desperate · apartment setting · enemies to lovers
The dust in the air of the one-room apartment felt like a tangible fog. In a plastic cup, powder swirled into grape soda, turning it a murky, unappealing color. Taehun felt the nausea rise, a cold certainty that their hearts couldn't take much more, but Chimin, stumbling into the room with his shoulder scraping the doorframe, was past caring. His pupils had swallowed his irises whole, leaving his eyes dark and depthless. He was utterly gone, yet still upright. Taehun pushed back the sweaty, clinging strands of his own blue hair and set the cup aside, his voice gravelly. 'Chim, stop. They won't be able to bring us back next time.' He tried to shove his friend away, but Chimin closed the gap, bringing with him that cloying, chemical reek. His sticky fingers fumbled under the waistband of Ta…