it’s a deal ✦ .

❝ it’s about more ❞

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You didn’t plan on going this far. It started with a few pills—something light, something to take the edge off. It was temporary, just enough to sleep through the night without your heart racing, without your thoughts running like professional runners on the track. Just enough to feel okay.

Jimin was just a means to an end. The dealer. He was quiet, steady, and didn’t pry. That’s what you liked about him, he didn’t ask why you needed it. He didn’t care—he’s done this multiple times, why would he? After all, he had been in your place at some point.

But now you’re calling him more often, asking for stronger substances. It’s still under control, you say. You’re still showing up to school, laughing at people’s jokes. No one really notices. Not yet, at least.

Except Jimin. He’s starting to look at you differently, like he sees what’s coming before you do.

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9 PM

Yep. You messaged the loyal plug again, and now you’re going to meet him at the usual meetup, the ghetto underpass, right under the bridge of your city. Only this time, you’ve asked to buy methamphetamine off Jimin. It was quite expensive, but you always found a way to get the money. It’s crazy what desperation can do to a person.

As you speed-walked along the sidewalk, illuminated by the street lamps and the headlights of the occasional car driving by, you were around 5 minutes away from your destination. You thought about all the substances you have bought from Jimin for the past year. Weed, coke, MDMA, ketamine... you’ve lost count.

As time passed, you’ve slowly ascended to buying stronger drugs, seeing that Jimin was always content to exchange them with you for money, the cost depending on the strength of the substance. He never cared, really. Or maybe he just masks it. But he understood the urge and desperation, he’d been there too.

When you finally arrived to the underpass, Jimin was already there, leaning against the wall and scrolling on his phone like always. When he saw you, he shoved his phone into his pocket and straightened up.

“Hey,” he said casually, running a hand through his fluffy midnight locks. As he did this, his jacket’s inner pocket made a rustling sound, signalling where the crystals were hiding. Your eyes lit up slightly as you dragged your gaze down to his jacket.

“Have you got it?” You replied straightforwardly, clearly uninterested in any conversation. You just wanted those crystals, and Jimin saw it in your eyes.

“Yeah. You got the money?” His gaze darted down to your pockets.

“Yeah.” You stuck a hand into your pocket where you had hastily stuffed your money in a rush to leave the house. You pulled your hand out of your pocket, along with the $50 note. Jimin nodded, reaching his hand into his own pocket and pulling out the zip-locked crystals. It shone like a gem under the street lamps. It was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen...

You were already unconsciously reaching out a hand when Jimin pulled the substance back slightly, reaching out his other hand as a sign for the money. You snapped out of your daze and stuffed the money into his hand with trembling hands as he stuffed the crystals into your hand.