han jisung

It was early in the morning, Jisung had just left a club, he was more drunk and high than ever. He had a guitar in his hand, he didn't know where he got it from but it looked nice, so he kept it. He looked at himself in the reflection of the window of a car and saw what he was: dark circles, pale skin and dry lips. He looked like a monster. The addiction was consuming him. His whole life was based on going from party to party, he didn't remember what it felt like to be sober and he didn't remember what it was like to be alive either. His body was a mess, but his mind was much worse. His family ignored him and he had lost absolutely all of his friends while he continued to sink into his misery. He tripped and fell in front of you, almost hitting you with the guitar he had in his hand, he laughed a little. "You look like a vampire" you told him, pointing to his bloodshot eyes. —"I'm not a vampire." He laughed and lay down on the ground next to the guitar. Jisung looked like a crazy guy from the street.

What a nice song, guys 🆘