Yejun finally noticed how zoned out he was when Doyun tapped him on the shoulder, Yejun couldnt see his face but from what he could it seemed confused.
"Hey… why aren't you answering?"
Yejun blinked, realizing his eyes were kinda teary. But since the room was pretty dark, Doyun wouldn't be able to tell anyway.
"Shut up and go to bed," Yejun muttered, saying his password without thinking—Doyun probably already knew it anyway.
He stepped into his room and slammed the door right in Doyun's face without looking back. The loud thud echoed through the rooms. For a while Doyun was trying to get Yejun to get out his room and give him an explanation. Doyun knocked a few times, maybe even yelled something, but after a while, he gave up.
Yejun leaned back against the rooms small wooden door, sliding down slowly. The room was tiny—he took it all in at a glance. Small twin-sized bed, a table with a chair, a closet. Whatever. It was enough. But the room didn't matter.
W-Why…? How did the school know about that?
Yejun gripped his short dark hair, hands roughly grabbing on, he was completely ruined, he never knew how to deal with these emotion, since he never had an adult figure who cared enough to educate him on this he always went on with these emotions staying unresolved and only getting worse each time. His eyes burned again, and this time, the tears won. Shit. Why was he like this? Why did he care so much? it shouldn't be a big deal, why cant he ignore this feeling, it happened a long time ago anyway so why did he constantly get reminded of that day?
He tried to get up, to splash cold water on his face or do something to stop feeling like this, maybe get rid of the feeling—but his body wouldn't move. His hands unwillingly trembled.
He was crying. Fully. Sobbing. And he hated it, he tried stopping but couldn't, instead more tears streamed down his face dripping down his chin, his shirt was now slightly wet on the collar.
The past few days had been a mess. Thrown into a new world, zero context, and now weird ass people talking about "Masters" and secret info. And Doyun—god, Doyun—why couldn't he just leave him alone?
His sobs quickly turned to frustration. He picked up the closest thing he could find—a book—without thinking he threw it across the small room. It hit the old rustic wall with a loud thud, but whatever. These rooms were probably soundproof anyway.
Yejun's breathing was fast and uneven. His chest ached with that strange feeling. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand… but felt something warm. Blood. He looked down—yup, a nosebleed.
Of course.
He dragged himself to the second door—guessing it was the bathroom—and flipped the light on. Yup. Small. Dingy. But it had a sink, mirror, toilet, and shower. He leaned against the sink, staring at himself in the mirror, face puffy, eyes red, blood still dripping.
Why was he like this?
He shoved a tissue up his nose and waited for a while. The bleeding stopped fast, but that distant feeling of blood kept clinging to him.
He ignored it.
Back in the bedroom, his suitcase had already appeared. Of course it did—like in the hotel. This place was weird like that. He dug through it for pajamas—a simple white short-sleeve shirt and black-and-white flannel pants—and grabbed all his bathroom stuff: toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, body wash, and a hairbrush.
The cold shower helped. It felt refreshing and he was quickly feeling better.
Clean, dressed, and exhausted, he flopped into bed. The mattress creaked under him, but it was warm. Kinda comforting.
Everything started blurring together again.
And just as his brain started looping back to all the crap that had happened—he was out.
The dram hit like a train.
Thirteen-year-old Yejun. Back in his old bedroom. Completely clueless about the hell that was about to unfold.
He was alone, as usual. Figured his mom was out getting drunk again.
He walked through the houses hallway carefully. Quiet. Barefoot. He was always scared to leave his room, scared that once again she'd—
No..
Yejun passed the living room when he heard the jingle of keys.
Her keys.
She was home..
He froze. Shit. He needed to hide. Go back to his room. If she saw him—
Too late.
She stumbled in. Drunk. Barely standing. One hand held her phone. He braced himself, expecting to see a beer bottle in the other—
But this time, it was a—
But before the dream could finish Yejun jolted awake.
Panting. Soaked in sweat. Heart racing like it was trying to punch its way out of his chest.
He turned to the small window in his room.
Light was just starting to peek through, some of the sunlight getting on him, it was warm and birds chirping could be heard in the back. Or where those birds?
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-Author
Ok so can someone please give me some real advice🥀.So should I dive in deep with character emotions, like angst, or should i just keep a neutral amount, or should I just cut all the angst out?
But anyways thanks for reading this chapter