Alien On This Earth

FNF Pt. 1 (I Can't Stop Thinking)

Han heard the dorm door open. He didn't know how much time passed, it had to be only fifteen minutes because the members were always true to their words, but it felt like an eternity. He turned the music off immediately, opting to put on headphones instead. He then cranked the music up, finally daring to listen to To My Youth by Bol4 and letting the sorrow hang heavy over him. 

Why are you sad though? You have to reason to be sad, Han; you're being ridiculous. Fat and ridiculous. And ugly. And worthless. God, you're such an awful person. 

The door to the bedroom opened. He only noticed because the hallway light shone in on the curtains across the room. He didn't bother getting up. He didn't really care who it was that came to see him. He was done. 

He felt someone gently touch his arm, and he shut his eyes, feigning sleep. Based on the slender fingers on his bicep though, he judged that it was Hyunjin. He must have been a good actor though because Hyunjin didn't attempt to spoil his act. Instead, the light from the hallway vanished and when Han glanced back, his roommate was gone. Good, he wanted to be alone. But if he really wanted to be alone then why did loneliness hurt so bad?

Han woke up the next morning to Hyunjin shaking him. He pulled his headphones off, the playlist had ended hours ago so it was just silence, but it was still noise cancelling so he couldn't hear what Hyunjin was saying. "Good morning." He greeted the elder, rubbing his eyes and feeling that they were all puffy and crusty - just another thing to make him ugly. 

"It's Christmas Eve, Hannie, come on. Get up." Hyunjin smiled, standing up and finished buttoning his jeans. "We have a half day and then the company gave us the evening off." 

Han's eyes widened and a smile crept across his face. "What are we going to do? Build snowmen? Make snow angels?"

"We can do whatever we want to do!" Hyunjin laughed, grabbing Han's arm and pulling him out of bed. 

As soon as Han's feet touched the ground though a sharp pain radiated from his toe, shooting through his foot and into his ankle with how suddenly it hit. He gritted his teeth and grunted, immediately lifting his left foot off the ground. 

"Woah! Ji, you okay? What happened?" Hyunjin blurted, hands out but not touching Han like he might break him. 

"I'm okay. I think I broke my toe." Both he and Hyunjin looked down in unison and Hyunjin's face went white. 

"Holy crap, Jisung! Your entire toe is purple! Chan! Chan hyung!" 

"Shut up!" Jisung snapped, whacking Hyunjin's arm. "It's not that bad, see?" He put his weight back on his foot and smiled at the dancer. It didn't hurt so bad when he was prepared for it. "I just startled myself. I forgot I hurt it." 

Hyunjin didn't look entirely convinced, though Han hadn't lied at all. It really wasn't bad; he'd just startled himself. He sighed and turned his face away when Chan appeared in the doorway. 

Great, and I wanted to keep this on the downlow. 

"What's wrong?" Chan asked quickly, his eyes trailing across both Hyunjin and Han. 

"Han broke his toe." Hyunjin blurted, pointing at Jisung's foot. 

Said boy sighed again, louder this time, and shook his head at the leader. "It's really not that bad. I just forgot that the shampoo bottle fell on it, and I tried to stand before I was ready. It really doesn't hurt now." 

"Let me see." Chan decided, used to all the members playing down injuries. Flashbacks of Felix's back injury played through his head, then the horrid memory of Minho crying in the bathroom in the Philippines - too soon. Yeah, he wasn't trusting their accounts of injuries until he saw for himself.