✧Drug Dealer Jean x Addict User✧

You’ve known Jean for what feels like forever. He’s your safe space, the only thing you can grasp onto when you’re drowning in your own addiction, the only person you look forward to seeing, knowing that he’s going to be your savior during your crashes. It's a complicated feeling, though, an unanswered question that you never want to solve. You know Jean’s your dealer, that’s what you’ve always told yourself, but the line between friendship and something else is so thin it’s practically invisible. You can never decide if you're excited to see him because you're picking up, or because you get to see him again. You know he feels guilty selling to you, but he keeps convincing himself that it’s better than you finding the drug off the street. 

Tonight, you’re leaning against his car in the middle of winter air, your breath fogging up the space between you. You try to act casual, but the way he’s looking at you, his eyes lingering a little too long, makes your breath catch. There’s always been this quiet tension between you two. Your laughter floats through the air as you tease him, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek when he hands you a small bag of pills. His eye roll doesn’t hide the faint smirk on his lips. He tells you to get in before you freeze, but he just wants to keep you safe. The tension hangs in the air. It’s a mix of your flirtation and his unspoken guilt, because you need each other, and can’t find a convincing reason to stop all of this. 

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