on camera. ♱ woosan

🔞 ( 𝟢𝟦. ) ── trouble in paradise.

cw : smut. masturbation / voyeurism. drug and alcohol use / descriptions ♱

Flashback - Four Years Ago. 2019. Club Volnost Seoul. Itaewon, South Korea.

With his friend's steady hand guiding him, Wooyoung stumbled his way into the exclusive private rooms nestled in the back of the pulsing nightclub. The ambiance was dimly lit, with only a few faint lights casting eerie shadows across the walls. The contrast between this atmosphere and the lively buzz of the main area was stark. Despite the small size of the room, measuring no more than 50 square feet, it was thoughtfully designed to fit a plush L-shaped couch, a sleek flatscreen TV, and a small table. The cozy furnishings were arranged in such a way as to create an inviting space where one could unwind away from the chaos of the crowded dance floor, but he couldn't help but feel a bit claustrophobic.

"I think I'm gonna throw up..." As Wooyoung spoke, his words slurred together and he clutched at his stomach, feeling queasy. His friend sprang into action, grabbing the nearby mini trash can and positioning it beneath him. He remained hunched over, his body frozen in a moment of uncertainty as he fought back the urge to vomit. Fortunately, nothing came up and he was able to steady himself once more.

"You feeling alright? If not, we can head out." The other spoke up, despite being just as shitfaced. He felt a sense of duty to keep his friend safe, even if it was a case of the blind leading the blind. His question earned a nod from Wooyoung, whose head was now resting on the back of the sofa.

"If you say so." The other muttered before reaching into his pocket. As the man dug, he retrieved a small square sheet containing 49 colorful blotters, each with a unique image. From a cheerful elephant donning a party hat to a cluster of juicy grapes. Wooyoung glanced at the sight on the table and let out a scoff as he spoke. "I don't do acid," he said as he pushed the sheet back towards the man. "You have any coke on you?"

With a chuckle, the man responded to Wooyoung's request.  "If you want cocaine, you're gonna have to pay for it." He proceeded to tear the squares along the perforated lines, placing one in front of Wooyoung and keeping the other for himself. "Here's one for you," he said, "and one for me. Consider it a freebie."

South Korea has an infamously strict drug policy that could land you in hot water even if you've used a substance where it's legal. In fact, if you're caught using anything abroad, you could face up to five years in prison. The man who sat beside him was not only his close friend, but his dealer. They first met when they were just 17, bonding over their use of fake IDs to get into a cabaret. Since then, they've been inseparable. The two had hooked up a few times within their friendship, but they both respected each other's boundaries when it came to romance.

Wooyoung was lost in thought, eyes fixated on the tab that sat atop his index finger. He must've been staring at the paper for a while, his friend's sudden voice jolting him back to reality. "Are you gonna take it or what?" He asked. The man had already consumed his share, leaving Wooyoung to contemplate his decision alone.

"I'm no bitch." Wooyoung declared with a confident air, overcompensating for his inexperience with psychedelics. Placing the paper under his tongue, his mouth immediately became dry. "Didn't know you had it in you." The friend said with a smile, and the duo waited for the drug to fully take effect.

Wooyoung was no stranger to experimenting. He had dabbled in various classes, but like most people, had his favorites. Narcotics left him feeling too lethargic, and depressants were only okay. Stimulants, on the other hand, were his go-to. It may seem like a typical "party drug" choice, but he knew what worked for him. In the past, he had even relied on speed pills to make it through the day. Looking back, he loathes that era of himself. Despite this, it's hard to deny that not much has changed from an outsider's perspective.