Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Seeking Truths, Finding Solutions

Art by @watermelonakma
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San and I had to leave once visiting hours were over so we were finally on our way home.

"You need to be done." San said. "I'm serious."

"I am."

"We're giving you one more chance. Don't fuck this up for yourself."

Once we walked into the apartment, I went right upstairs into my room. I smiled at the dirty clothes pile in the corner for two reasons. One: I'm always cleaning so he probably thought he had a little more time before he needed to tidy up. Two: majority of the pile was my clothes, meaning that's mainly what he's been wearing. Of course the first thing I did was take everything straight to the laundry room. 'A clean house is a happy house' as Seonghwa would always say. I guess that's where I developed the habit from. I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that.

Next stop was my art room. The first thing that caught my eye was a pencil drawn portrait on the desk that most certainly wasn't done by me.

"Are you serious?" I whispered to myself, feeling my heart explode. It was by Felix. I had absolutely no idea he could draw that well. I was too busy staring at the details before I noticed a note on the back. The light against the thin paper was kind enough to make it visible for me.

Jinnie,

I hope you don't mind I used your stuff. I know it's not anywhere near your level of amazing but I made this for you. I picked up on a few tips from watching you make your art over the years so hopefully I did it right. I also hope you can tell it's you.

I love you and I miss you being home. I've developed a habit of sleeping in your clothes and hugging your pillow at night because it helps me pretend like you're here. I'm proud of you baby. We're going to get through this together.

Love,
your angel

I didn't realize I was crying until a tear fell onto the paper. I immediately put it back down on the desk, not wanting to ruin it.

I did this to him. He's waited so many days and nights just for me to come home. I'm the only thing keeping us back from truly being happy. I need to do this for him. For us.

"San!" I called out. "Where's Wooyoung?"

"Work!" He shouted back from the kitchen downstairs. I ran down to talk to him, not wanting to yell back and forth.

"I'm gonna ask Minho to come over."

"What, am I not good enough to hang with?"

"I don't wanna be around someone who physically came at me again. I won't tell Felix or Wooyoung this time so you're lucky."

"I was just joking." He awkwardly said, knowing I wouldn't want to hang out with him at the moment. "You should see Minho."

"Oh." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry."

I nodded and went back upstairs to call Minho. I'm the only one who hasn't seen him since he's come back from Japan. I'm sure he's worried about his brother too.

"I was waiting for your skinny ass to call." Minho said once he answered the phone. "How're you feeling?"

"Stressed and tired, but happy to be home. What about you?"

"Pretty much the same as that. I've been with Jisung nearly every chance I get so I don't spiral because of your parents."

"My parents? Did it just hit you again or something?"