It’s already three in the morning when Jaehyun got home from a whole week trip in Europe. He was in New York for two days but he also got an invitation from his uncle in Europe to be part of his model— it's an emergency situation his uncle was facing as he was in-short of models, so he called Jaehyun over.
It was a hell tiring day, and he just wanted to rest for the next twenty-four hour.
“Where’s he?” Jaehyun asked in a dark tone, or maybe he’s just too tired to even add colors on his tone.
He sat down on Renjun’s empty bed— it was so neat as if it’s been like that for a year.
“I don’t know? What do you mean?” Mark said through the other line and seems like he really doesn’t have a clue.
He massage his nose bridge then brushed his hair, he then rest his palm on his forehead.
“Never mind, sorry for waking you up.” he didn’t wait for Mark’s response anymore and just ended the call.
He was trying to call Renjun for twentieth times but still the same, he’s not answering— or maybe he’s asleep at the moment since it’s already late. He’s going insane with his thoughts, even though he’s being calm. He doesn’t feel tired anymore, but worried as fuck.
He checked his wardrobe and his heart skipped a bit for about millisecond and start pumping real fast that he can feel his face throbbing. His closet was almost as half empty.
He immediately call Jisung to asked if Renjun was there at their province or what, he doesn’t even know what to do anymore. He’s mad.
“Fuck!” he whispered through his gritted teeth as he slumped down on the bed— both hand pressing on his forehead.
Jisung was unavailable, again, it was freaking three in the morning. He call another person, and it was his last resort.
“Sungchan,” he’s glad that his brother was still awake or maybe got him interrupted his sleep.
“Have you seen Renjun? He’s not here and seems like he’s been away…” he paused after realizing he’s talking fast. Fuck, he was being desperate.
“Really? I went there yesterday and seems like he’s not home, I also tried to call him but he’s not answering.” Jaehyun can feel those sleepiness of his brother through his tone.
“Oh okay… sorry to interrupt your sleep.” he’s more calmer this time.
“Hhmm,” he hummed, he's too sleepy. “I’ll give you an update if ever he calls me or what.” Jaehyun nod his head even though Sungchan can’t see it.
Jaehyun throw his phone on the side and sprawled to the bed.
“Are you sure you’re fine? I know you haven’t been asleep.” Mark said after he parked his car.
Jaehyun didn’t answer him and just went straight to the elevator and wait for Mark patiently. He seems calmer than usual but he’s actually gritting his teeth— making his jawline pop, he was still not over the jet lag and it's making him out of his own self.
Mark already told Jaehyun that Renjun didn’t run away nor left him since he can still see Renjun at the office, they actually even had lunch together yesterday, but Mark didn’t know that Renjun was not in their home.
“He probably just hanging out with his friends,” Mark tap him on his shoulder before he went ahead of him.
Jaehyun was stuck at the entrance door as he watch his husband laughing so loud with his friends while having some coffee. He droop down his shoulder and reminded himself to talk to him later. It just pains him up seeing those thing he wanted to do or make Renjun feels, being done by someone. He’s mad jealous, but his eyes were sad.
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Piece Of Heaven (Jaehyun X Renjun)
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