Hello, Neighbor

The End.

Chris's fingers brush through Jeongin's hair, caressing his arm with his other hand.

The sun has risen, and yet they haven't had a blink of sleep. The only thing they have been doing is murmuring to each other.

"I really miss my mom," Jeongin manages to mutter, his voice rough and tired. His mind and body are both suffering; They are weary. He can't fight anymore. And despite his thoughts about his mother, It's much worse whenever he thinks about his best friend; The same pitiable best friend who was trapped in the basement and burnt into ashes.

He can't imagine the pain he had to endure.

He doesn't want to.

The blond merely drones an agreeance, kissing the back of his head. "I know." He tells him, "Jeongin..?"

"Yes?"

"Do you like the sea?"

Ah, yes. Chris had dragged him to sit infront of the water a while ago.

Jeongin buries into him, pressing his forehead into his abdomen, clutching onto his damp shirt. "It's alright..." He blows a soft pant out of his mouth. He wants to die. "I thought it would be prettier."

"It doesn't look like how I remember," He agrees, and then, for some reason, he sighs. He shifts slightly, rubbing Jeongin's bicep. "I came here a while ago, but the first time I came here with my mom when I was a kid... She promised me that we would come back one day."

"Why didn't you?"

Chris furrows his brows, "As time went on, she didn't care about me," He murmurs, "My dad," He nearly spits, "wanted me gone. He didn't care about me either."

"So you came to Korea..?" Jeongin remembers what he had told him the day he visited his house. He had moved to Korea because of something that had happened.

"Yeah, I moved to Korea after a while," He utters, "The moment I moved out from their place, they adopted a boy, and they were so happy... So fucking happy without me," He forces a laugh, grunting, "Because that twat was perfect, and I wasn't. I was never good enough for them."

After a while, he continues, attempting to compose himself. "I didn't do anything to him because I know my father already had done enough to him," He snarls. "I just made him watch, so in a sense, we both got revenge."

What should be said to that?

"I'm sorry," Jeongin says after a silent moment, looking back toward him. Chris's lips keep twitching, and his eyes meet his, sighing. He should have known the man did that to his family; it unmistakably fit him.

"Baby," He pulls him closer, kissing the side of his head, solemn. "Let's get going, okay? Let's get some food."

The ravenette wants to die.

"Okay," He closes his eyes, waiting as the man lifts him, carrying him through the thick woods.

He's drained.

"Can I make a phone call?"

Chris halts beside the car before he forces the back seat ajar, resting the younger one against the seats. He seems to ponder for a while before questioning, "Who?"

Jeongin stares blankly at the gray ceiling of the car, blowing, "My mom." His throat feels warm, and his mind swirls, choking, "I just want my mom."

That is the first time he has asked something of Chris.

And that's why he tells him yes.

He shuts the door and crawls into the driver's seat, grabbing for his phone.