You're a Monster | Chenji

XXIV

Jisung was staring at the ceiling, laying on his bed. He had skipped school for the day, knowing Chenle wouldn't probably show up, just like the day before. He was wondering whether he should show up at Chenle's or not for their daily study session. He was still slightly mad someone had left hickeys on the Chinese's skin, but he couldn't tell that to Chenle.

While he was meditating he heard soft sniffles coming from his brother's room. He silently walked towards the door and peeked in, as it wasn't locked. He saw Baekhyun, muffling his sobs with a pillow. Chanyeol's pillow.

'Baekhyun?'

The older flinched when he heard the vampire. He quickly wiped his tears and threw the pillow on the bed.

'Yeah?'

'Is there something wrong?' Jisung asked in a worried tone.

'No. Did you want anything?'

'Uhm... No, not really.'

Jisung left the room. He sucked at comforting people. What could he say? 'Get over him, you'll find someone better.' No. That was way too harsh. Jisung knew Baekhyun would have a hard time getting over his brother. He even doubted the older would find someone else.

The human was alone in Chanyeol's room once again. He walked around the room. Even though it had been a while since his death, the room remained practically untouched. None of them had dared to throw away Chanyeol's stuff.

He opened the closet and took one of Chanyeol's hoodies, they still smelt of him. He hugged the piece of clothing as a way to comfort himself. However, he couldn't hold the tears in anymore.

Baekhyun. You can't be like this forever...  What would Chanyeol say if he saw you like this?

'Baekhyunnie~ Don't cry. At least you're alive. You have to be happy even if I'm not here, yeah? I'm always watching you. I know we'll meet again in another life.'

Baekhyun let the tears flow, burying his face in Chanyeol's hoodie and drowning in his aroma.

'Channie... I miss you...'

Chenle sat in the library alone, staring at Jisung's books. He was waiting for the younger to show up, which he didn't. He glanced at Jisung's answers, which strangely were all correct.

Does he become dumb when he's with me or what?

He waited until the time when their study session was supposed to end and left the library disappointed. He picked up his stuff and Jisung's and headed to his room.

He would ask Jisung what happened and give him back his phone the next day. They were done with the shop and  he could go to school next day.

Kun had come back and congratulated for their job, the local looked amazing, with the walls painted pastel purple and all the limited edition perfumes classified in the fancy looking shelves.

'Mark, it was just a damn dream!'

'But what if it's true?! What if Johnny-'

'Can you fucking stop talking about him?!'

'Dongh-'

'You're always talking about him. Johnny this, Johnny that, where is Johnny? What happened to Johnny? What if Johnny blah blah blah? Is he the only person you care about?!'

'Why are you so bothered by me being worried about my fucking best friend?!'

'Because-'