nightlife ● enhypen

call it a clique

》》Isis《《

I ended up getting turned around a couple times but eventually I made my way home. Walking up to the door, I noticed that my dad's car still wasn't in the driveway.

I left my bike at the track and my jacket (with my keys in the left pocket) at the Enhypen house. Sighing, I contemplated knocking on the door knowing that Yeonjun is most likely at home. But due to my greater judgment I decided not to since it was most likely almost 5 or 6 in the morning.

I sighed sitting on the porch swing. Honestly speaking, I'm so tired, I can probably fall asleep right here, but dad could be home any minute now and I will have to explain why I'm sleep on the porch, which I really don't want to do.

As if struck by lightning, I suddenly remembered that my dad keeps a spare key hidden under a decorative garden gnome in our yard. I walked and lifted it up, revealing a key. I quickly unlocked the door noticed the kitchen light on. I walked in and found Yeonjun standing in front of the counter, staring off into space.

"Hey." I said obviously startling him. "What are you doing?"

"Scavenging for food." I just nodded. "Whose clothes are you wearing?" I looked down at the grey sweatpants and pullover set I'd bought from the convenience store. There was no way I was walking home covered in blood.

"I spilled something on my clothes so I bought some at the store." He didn't look as though he believed me but he still nodded. "Anyways, I'm going to bed."

I climbed the steps, one labored step at a time until I finally reached my room. I quickly climbed into bed without another thought. As I laid there, I felt the weigh of everything that happened that night accumulate in my mind.

Having a gun waved around at me. 

Tased 0/10 wouldn't recommend.

Being kidnapped. 

Getting concussed.

Seeing what could have been Jisung's last moments.

Nightmare.

Jay's carelessness about killing Jisung.

My breathing became quick and the tears from earlier returned to my eyes. And I sobbed and sobbed. I hoped that Yeonjun couldn't hear me, but the truth of the matter is that he probably could. But I couldn't care less. I can't keep all of this inside any longer. So I let it out. Cried my eyes out for hours, or minutes, I can't really tell anymore. The armor I used to keep up a strong front was cracking and crumbling, slowly but surely.

| 10:00 am |

I woke up at 10. Not even a few hours of sleep. Images of Jisung kept appearing in my dreams so I couldn't really rest well. I gathered my things and went to shower. When I got done, I changed into some running clothes, and bounded down the stairs.

"Hey sis. Good morning." Yeonjun stood hovering over the stove.

"Morning." I grabbed a yogurt drink from the refrigerator, drinking it down before grabbing my spare set of keys from behind the door. "And later."

"Wait, where are you going?" He asked.

"On a run, I'll be back soon." I said closing the door before he could get a chance to respond. In the driveway was my dad's car, I assume he's still sleep. I began jogging down the street.

The jog was partially for me to clear my head but also an excuse for me to go and get my bike. Since I'm pretty well known among the racers, they know it's my bike, but also there's a rule that says that if a vehicle is left for 24 hours, it's open game on a first come, first serve basis. Yeah, I don't have time for that. My jog slowly transitioned into a sprint, my thoughts disappearing with every bound.