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High.
It’s like their brains melting out of their faces. A dizzying experience that raises their senses and sometimes their anxiety, unfortunately.
They usually always got high like this during a time like this.
Stressful months.
Stress of a new album. New songs. New choreography. New members even.
They, smartly (not), decided to hotbox a car in the company parking garage. One of those big Mercedes-Benz vans used for VLives on the way back from performances or concerts.
It wasn't unlike Haechan and Jeno to sneak away in the middle of the night for this.
Actually, it was only Haechan at first. Occasionally Chenle. Or Jaehyun. Or maybe Jungwoo.
But mostly Haechan alone.
These nightly escapades started when Jeno tried to get Haechan to stop smoking the illegal drug. Only to get hooked on it himself.
It was accidental… kinda.
“C’mon Hyuck. You’re just hurting your health, not to mention how it’s literally illegal in Korea.” Jeno had finally been able to find his band mate.
“Don’t worry about me. Leave already.” The 5 minutes Jeno had been nagging at Haechan felt like 10 years.
He blew the smoke in the older boy’s face, earning a disgusted facial expression.
“I’ll be okay. I piiiiiinky promise.” he had a cheeky smile and blew another mystic cloud in Jeno’s face.
“Hyuck I swear, you’re gonna be caught one day and then you’ll be fired.” His voice was a mix of small coughs and worried tones. He’s always been a sensitive, caring boy.
A very different persona compared to, for example, when he literally had to tear his shirt open for a Dream concert.
This time he took a big hit, letting the white swirls fill his lungs and blowing out a big exhale in Jeno’s face once again.
A minute or so passed of Jeno still trying to get Haechan to stop when he realized that his eyelids felt a bit heavy. His hands were almost numb, and his knees like extra firm tofu.
He wasn’t extremely high, unlike the way Haechan was at the moment, but he was feeling it enough to understand what was happening.
“What babe, you starting to feel something” the stoner had a lazy smirk on his face, a challenging look.
Jeno had slowed down to analyze his face for the first time within the 30 minutes he’d been standing in front of Haechan.
His eyelids were puffy and hooded while his eyes were a dusty red. It was quite dark, but he could still make out that much.
Haechan’s jaw was a lot more relaxed than normal, lips slightly parted at all times.
“Just relax and let it happen, okay? Ride the fucking clouds for a change.”
That’s all it took for Jeno to become a stoner himself.