BAD HABITS. | minsung

001 | restless.

BAD HABITS,
minsung.

CHAPTER ONE: restless.
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home.

jisung trudged through the door of his apartment, shoving his keys into his pocket with exhaustion clear on his face.

he didn’t even bother to take his shoes or jacket off before he stumbled over to the couch, crashing onto it with a long, over exaggerated groan.

the pain in his arm slightly lessened and he laid there for a bit, turning over to stare blankly at the ceiling while his tense body slowly relaxed
furthermore into the couch.

for a second he contemplated whether he should just sleep here, possibly getting the best amount of sleep he would get in years.

It was definitely tempting, and he was about to give in.

but the grumbling in his stomach was enough for him to get up, reminding himself that this was a sign that he had to eat.

he often ignored his hunger by accident, or forgot to eat in general.

he was trying to stop the habit after realising that his face was now sunken and terribly thin, his pudgy cheeks almost entirely gone.

his father didn’t like that his son didn’t look like himself anymore.

and jisung thought the same for him too.

he took his shoes off and threw them near the shoe rack, flinching at the sound of them hitting the door as he shrugged his jacket off.

he proceeds to throw that as well, soon after lazily dragging his feet to the kitchen and drinking a cup of water that had been sitting on the counter for god knows how long.

the boy then scanned through what he had in the fridge, eyes mindlessly trailing around all the food stored.

jisung being jisung, he had a bunch of random things stuffed in there.

leftovers from previous outings with his friend, and of course, a lot of deserts.

half of the money that he had would probably go to an unhealthy load of cake, muffins, ice cream—basically anything that was sweet.

he knew it was harmful and that one day it’d catch up to him, but for now he’d live cluelessly and in the present.

he lightened up at the sight of cheesecake and pulled it out immediately, rushing to get a spoon prior to stabbing it into the cake and greedily eating the desert.

ah, his stomach felt way better now.

however, this was all interrupted by a knock on his door.

he rolled his eyes, deciding he’d ignore it and directing his attention back to his cheesecake.

but there was another knock.

this time furthermore loud and obnoxious, in jisung’s opinion.

he threw his head back in annoyance, running his fingers through his blond, messy locks.

storming over to the door with a short temper, he almost tripped over his shoes, nonetheless recovering quickly and grabbing the door handle.

he swung the door open, only to be met by a gush of air.

the boy blinked with a deadpan expression on his face, letting out a few monotone chuckles, then returning back to his actual current state.

“you’re fucking kidding me…” jisung mumbled, sticking his head out the doorway and looking both ways, forehead creased in anger.

this was probably the worst day to get ding-dong-ditched.

“disgusting, stupid teens.” he grumbled, ready to slam the door closed.

but just then, his foot came in contact with something sharp, making him yell and kick his leg up, cradling his foot like a baby.

“what the hell—wait, oh..”

of fucking course han jisung didn’t see a whole ass box, along with a letter on the ground which was the sharp thing that jisungs foot came in contact with.

he guessed that it probably got knocked off the box when he harshly opened the door with more anger than the colour red itself.

jisung cautiously looked around the hallway again before bringing the box in, shutting the door as he planned prior to finding the box.

he inspected it curiously, making sure it wasn’t some type of, “secret agent weapon camera thing.”

he wasn’t expecting any gifts from anyone, so this was slightly surprising.
he put his hand into his pocket, searching for his glasses to get a better look at the address
and such.

however, panic began to settle in when he didn’t find anything in his pocket except for his phone and a few candy wrappers.

he stood there frozen, trying to remember where he last wore them.

“fuck..can you get any dumber jisung?!”

he was close to rummaging through his apartment like a squirrel while leaving a mess everywhere, and he did just that.

he went over to the couch and started throwing the pillows around, looking under the furniture too.

about to throw a piece of paper from his table, he froze in realisation.

they were in his car.

eight floors down in the garage.

“i'm gonna' jump off my balcony, i swear to god this is just bullshit.”

yet another groan came out of his mouth, rubbing his face with his hands in disbelief.

“y’know what?” he then kicked the box with his foot, using the most strength he’s ever used in his 23 years of life.

and he immediately let out a cry at the pain that followed after.

he caressed the limb for the second occasion, this time almost roughly, then aggressively pushed the box to the side in his living room and stomped back to the kitchen, shoving a spoon of cheesecake into his mouth to violently chew on it.

that would be his—well, unhealthy—dinner for tonight.

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