After bidding farewell to Yeji and Hesung, Jin traced his route to the bus stop and instantly leaned his back weakly against the shed's striped wall, taking his moment to collect himself as he catches his breath.
His stomach took its fill from the dishes they enjoyed together and unknowingly, a warm smile stretches across his lips as he remembers Yeji's nonstop banters from earlier. Another thing he will surely miss the most.
He knew there wouldn't be any other Yeji and Hesung in Cheon to comfort him.
Now that he was left alone and forced to swallow up the silence around him, the unavoidable distraction has finally been put to an end which he avoided not to.
His head slipped back to being clouded with worries about what was waiting for him ahead. The same fear mixed with a bit of frustration he's discouraging himself to dwell in swallows him up, wholly.
He deemed like wandering in the center of a dark forest with its heavy mist surrounding and blocking his every bit of light and hope to see his way out.
Day by day, it only made him want to run away.
He was beginning to feel more anxious and tensed over his mother's betrothal day that was fast approaching without him noticing much about it since the university's final exams had covered it up for him, but now that there was much more room to start overthinking things through, it was hell and heaven for him.
He presses his lips against the scarf around his neck, its soft edges touching and caressing his pale and cold face, giving him a bit of warmth as his eyes stared lifelessly down at the ground before him that's bathed in sunlight.
At the end of the day, he couldn't speak to his friends about their migration to Cheon which will take place two days from now.
No, it was more likely that he wouldn't.
He didn't have the heart to do so.
He feared that if he did open it up to them, they'll eventually let out their wrath against him or question him endlessly. Jihyuk's upset and sulking manner towards him today was already enough for him to handle. He can't risk thinking about theirs too, especially since the days have been passing by in a blink.
When he arrived safely in their apartment, he found his mother running back and forth in the living room with a large box in her hands. She has already started packing and he can even notice the tiniest items he never paid much attention to before were no longer in sight.
Eventually, everything was starting to feel glum around him after seeing the piled and taped boxes in the living room. All the fresh memories this place offered him played like a series of films inside his head, making him upset that it will soon fade.
The throbbing pain he felt inside his chest nearly made him collapse, but he endured and concealed that immediately when his mother turned to notice his too quiet arrival.
"Oh, you're home?" His mother holds him and kisses his temple before pulling him to the kitchen to serve him warm water, "How were the exams?"
She presents him with her euphoric smile and Jin lowers his gaze to his glass, hating himself for having such foolish thoughts when his mother was very much looking forward to these changes, the changes he admits that are scaring him.
He sips a bit of water from his glass, his mind soaring elsewhere unreachable as he tries his best to look unbothered despite his irregular breathing, "Fine," he absentmindedly replies, secretly hyperventilating.
Does his mother know that Jihyuk and him are on bad terms?
He wishes and hopes not.
He frowns. He wouldn't want to deal with her inquisition. Not now, when there's a lot of baggage lined up inside his head.
Honestly, it's all too sudden and it's making his head spin.
"Fine? Just fine?" His mother studies him and rummages through his hair with her slender fingers, "Everything alright?"
Jin puts his barely touched glass down at the table and nods his head, insisting and persuading her that he is, though failing to return her smile. "Eomma, did you happen to touch my underwears?" Did she start packing for his things, too? Fear rises inside his head as his tensed body jolts.
She couldn't have seen Hiro's phone or noticed his missing underwears, right?
Was the phone ringing endlessly while he was out?
Asami blinks at him warily, her head tilted, "No, I didn't sweetheart. Is something the matter?"
Jin flushes and he shakes his head. There was evident relief inside his eyes which his mother couldn't get a glimpse of, "Nothing's wrong. I'm going to have to start packing."
"Alright, come out by three. I ordered out mac n cheese." His mother wrapped her arms around him one last time before letting him run off to his room as she too was busy packing.
Jin starts packing little by little and leaves the rest for tomorrow. When darkness came, he slumps his body exhaustingly on his bed and wondered how they would be able to move the boxes over to Cheon. He continues to trouble himself with that thought as it was better than worrying over how he would let his friends know about their departure until his eyes gave up on him and still couldn't find an answer.
But that night, surprisingly, he fell into a deep and comfortable sleep, not knowing why.
. . .
Muttering words in his deep slumber, Jin tosses and turns on his bed. His eyebrows and forehead creased as he uncomfortably kicks in his sleep.
The comforter he's wrapped around falls and cascades down. It pools against the cold floor and all of a sudden the edge of his silk top lifts up to the base of his neck, exposing his flushed skin.
Jin thought it was his hand that moved on its own since he felt a bit stuffy. He squirms and his close lids twitch after feeling a brief and warm breeze fanning against his exposed skin.
Unknowingly, his nipple perks up, aroused as his shoulders shivered at its unfamiliar raw and ticklish feeling.
His chest peeves up and down, feeling himself wanting to pee.
It hurts down there and his body was burning. Is he having another fever?
Because of how tired and spent he was earlier this day, his eyes refused to open themselves and the too warm breeze that frequently brushes against his flushed and sensitive skin glides down to his navel and it sits there before it went down, blowing at the center of his thighs.
The bed's legs creaks as Jin unknowingly pushes back, chin lifted and lips parted, feeling his body pinned and his wetness more visible. He found himself unable to move even if he tries to.
Another odd and tingly sensation crawls from the base of his back down to his hips, its warm and burning touch making him shiver as he lets out a misty breath, feeling the explicit and raw throbbing and pulsing from his clenching behind.
He feels stuffy, hot, and uncomfortable—too uncomfortable. A truly odd conspiracy for his usual freezing body.
"Ngh . . ." The sound gurgled deep within his throat and he can't help but arch his back at the feel of something blocking his thighs to close, hard and immovable.
His eyebrows once again met when the blowing breeze fanning against him was replaced by something imaginably large and thick tightly pressing against the center of his thighs—into his adamant wetness.
His parted lips gasp for air when he felt its thickness slowly and gently start to rub itself against him.
Soon, he felt all the hairs on his body rises upon feeling something warm and wet pressing against the back of his ear.
"Jin . . . "