"Reckless Relapse"

Taehyun stood up from his couch, his mind still reeling from the tiny speck on the coffee table. The memory of the substance lingered, refusing to be shaken off. He felt an overwhelming urge to confront the past, to face his demons head-on. With a sense of morbid curiosity, he walked into his bedroom, the sanctuary he had thought was safe from his old habits. As he opened the closet door, his eyes scanned the familiar space, searching for something. His gaze landed on a small, unassuming drawer hidden at the back of the closet. It was the stash drawer, a relic from a time he thought he had long left behind. Taehyun's heart began to pound in his chest as he pulled out the drawer, his hands trembling slightly. What he saw took his breath away. The drawer was filled to the brim with an assortment of pills, powders, and vials. The sheer quantity of it all was staggering, and for a moment, Taehyun felt like he was staring into the abyss. He hadn't realized he had accumulated so much, or that he had kept it all hidden away, waiting for...what? A relapse? The room seemed to spin around him as he stared at the drawer, his mind racing with thoughts of what-ifs and maybes. He thought about Yeonjun, about the progress he had made, and about the people who cared for him. But as he gazed at the stash, a part of him began to rationalize, to make excuses. Just one hit wouldn't hurt, would it? Just one taste wouldn't kill him, would it? Taehyun's hand hovered over the drawer, hesitating. He knew he shouldn't, that giving in would be a step backward. But the temptation was strong, and for a moment, he felt like he was drowning in his own weakness. The drawer seemed to be pulling him in, like a vortex of self-destruction. As he stood there, frozen in indecision, Taehyun's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, hoping it would be a distraction, a lifeline to pull him back from the edge. But as he glanced at the screen, his heart sank. The text was from an unknown number, but the words sent a chill down his spine: "I know what you're hiding."