Smoke Me.

Chapter 28: Overheated

The strong light of the kitchen started to annoy me all of a sudden.

'Let me go to my room already.'

I thought it but didn't have the guts to say it.

"Why won't you tell me the actual reason why you turned off the phone?"

Jung was sat at the same counter while I kept moving the phone from one hand to the other, just liked V did with the pill.

"I just didn't want to talk," I admitted with a sigh, feeling a trap filled with adrenaline open from somewhere inside my body. The venomous substance was quickly mixing with every drop of blood, traveling through every vein. Leaving me restless and tired at the same time.

"I figured that much. But why is that?" The silence that he met after that question made him ask again: "What happened?"

"Nothing much..."

My brother audibly smirked, eyes staring coldly as if I had just insulted him.

"You've been staying at that guy's place for how long now?"

"I told you! He's helping me s.."

"Study, yeah, I know. So, what kind of study session got you filling the tub to the point that the whole floor looks no different from the ground outside?"

"It was...I...it's complicated."

"Let me be frank. Did he and you get in a fight? Or did you two do anything that got you anxious?"

"No! No..."

"Do you even know what I'm referring to?"

'Ah, just let me leave.'

"We're not doing anything Jung. Ok? It's nothing. I just had a bad day. Can't I have a bad day? Am I not allowed to?"

He leaned back, leaving the phone on the counter, and then uttered the words:

"Fine. Then are you going back to his place?"

"Well...I...today..."

He cut me off.

"My girlfriend's in the car, out front. And I didn't tell her about your 'bad day' phone call so she expects to come up here and find the house empty the second I call her. So, if you have nothing else to tell me then I advise you to take anything you need to study and get moving quickly."

I swallowed the little bit of saliva I had left as a drop of water fell from my hair and straight onto the dry grey sweatpants.

"But..." I bit the inside of my cheeks as he simply tilted his head, eyes wide with reproach. "it's raining." I went on to which his lips went up, but his eyes remained the same.

I found myself stuffing clothes in the backpack and an old phone charger without being able to come up with a plan.

My mind was blank.

The wind was easily swaying the trees and the frail umbrella was nowhere near as strong. The closest store was buzzing with people that were probably hiding from the sobbing clouds like I was.

I aimlessly walked around, contemplating if I should or shouldn't turn on the cellphone.

After walking around until I was paranoid that someone will notice I wasn't about to buy anything, I turned it on.

But Namjoon hadn't called once.

The palm of my hand felt sweaty all of a sudden.

A deep breath, like a heavy wave, spilled out of the lungs and then got stuck as the cold air seemed to somehow reach me, despite the fact that this particular isle was the furthest from the lone door of the supermarket.