Thinner

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Impersonation.
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Agreements..agreeing...agreed.

Gosh, why did he agree to this?

He was sitting on a bench outside. His hands in his pockets and his legs trembling from the cold. He didn't care to bring a jacket, but he regretted that decision. He didn't really know what happened to him. One moment, he was with Chan, chilling on the couch with a romantic movie playing. When all of a sudden Chan's phone rang. It was a Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was about to come over to share some news. he didn't clarify them being good or bad. So genuinely, he anticipated quite the worst case of scenario. Just from hearing the news about Hyunjin's sudden arrival, he bolted out of the apartment building. It wasn't the fact that he didn't want to meet Hyunjin. He just wasn't ready for it to happen, so abruptly.

It was the natural instinct inside of him. He hasn't really seen or met Hyunjin outside the hospital. Chan's place has become a new safe place for him, and even if he knew Hyunjin wasn't any danger, he still feared the worst to happen.

And quite frankly spoken.

He wasn't ready to put his health on the line anymore.

Chan was worried sick about his whereabouts, probably hiding the fact that he was worried about him in front of Hyunjin. Just the thought of that made him chuckle to himself, wondering how and when he managed to fuck up so much after such a good time. Purely, the past few weeks have been nothing but perfect, obviously, despite the whole car situation with Chan. But it was a part of the process.

And even so, he resented that process so much now.

And who did he decide to stupidly share all this bullshit with?

Hajun.

How he managed to get into contact with him was a whole other story to be told. But he just knew he was meeting him here, on this bench, in this cold night. And he hated it. He hated the agreement to meet up. Because he realized his mistake. He was running from his problems again.

Sighing heavily, he wondered if he should just let the latter hang, so he could leave and make a big surprise entrance at Chan's. Once again, he laughed at his own stupid thoughts.

Fiddling with the old smartphone in his hands, running his thumb over the slightly cracked screen, turning the device on and off to check the time.

"30 minutes..and your ass haven't shown up yet" he mumbled, feeling slightly upset of hanging around for so long. He knew by Hajun's voice that he probably was too busy partying and having fun with his friends, to even bat an eye to whatever problems he had.

As he stood up, ready to leave. Somebody forcefully handed him a bottle of something that seemed to be straight liquor, the person bent over in front of him, puking heavily.

Jeongin froze up, feeling absolutely paralyzed by the sight in front of his eyes. All he could see were his mother, with a tear stained face and a black eye, choking on her own vomit. The living room was right there, the dirty couch and stained undergarments on the floor. The smell of tobacco lingered, and he could feel the coldness of that home within him.

"Jeongin..hello? You there mate?" Jeongin shook his head as he glanced from the puke on the ground to a now standing guy, with a cigarette lit between his fingers. "Sorry, I got motion sick from the bus" Hajun slurred as he slumped onto the bench.

Taking care of a drunk former schoolmate wasn't on his bucket list today. But this entire day wasn't really on his bucket list in general, so at this point, all he could do was calm down his own nerves before he ended up like Hajun.

"I really don't believe that was motion sickness".

"Yeah, yeah, I drank a little too much, but who cares? No one does!" Hajun exclaimed with a loud obnoxious voice, reaching out for the bottle of clear liquor, only for it to be taken away by the younger.

"I do" he replied bitterly, placing the bottle beneath the bench, out of the latter's reach. "How much did you drink goodness sake?".

"Just a few shots and some beer, nothing much".

Jeongin glanced at the half empty bottle on the ground, watching the big bold letters spell out, vodka. He surely wasn't surprised, so with a bored expression, he looked at the other.

"And those shots were half a bottle of straight vodka?".

"Heh-yeah".

By the way Hajun laughed at that question, Jeongin felt some form of familiarity in this concept. He has seen this with his own mother, but she probably isn't even aware of his existence after all.

Jeongin stayed quiet. How was someone like him supposed to vent out all his emotions to a drunk person?

"Hard day too, mate?" Hajun chuckled, staring up into the sky. His intoxicated mind was guaranteed running a thousand miles an hour.

"Fuck it, it doesn't matter".

"I had a hard day too" Hajun confessed, laying his head against Jeongin's shoulder peacefully.

He frowned as he glanced at the older, yet he didn't move away. He let him stay. He knew Hajun needed comfort more than he did, and by providing comfort for someone else, he was just another great excuse to forget about his own problems.

"Man, I fucked this girl in the schools bathroom. It was so good, like, I didn't even care if someone walked in on us with my dick buried deep in her. And well that did happen, and it was a fucking teacher, I was just sent home. I didn't need to go to the principals office or anything, I was just sent home" Hajun laughed, spreading his legs as he threw his head back. Sweat was forming on his skin, and his eyes were rolling back. "You know, I guess my parents were really upset this time, and it ended in an argument. Man I was just trying to have a good fuck, and this stupid ass teacher ruined it all. But at least my parents talked to me for once, I kind of missed it".

Jeongin remembered all the details about what Hajun opened up about when he stayed at his place for a week. He remembered how eager Hajun confessed to be, just to get a single word out from his parents. To say he felt bad was an understatement. Hajun didn't deserve this kind of life.

"It happened like a month or so ago, and I kept trying to call you, but you never picked up the phone. I thought you had just ghosted me for real, like a real bitch..and do you know what you just did instead?".

"No Hajun, what did I do" he sighed, rubbing his forehead, ready to explain his situation to a drunk person with severe anger issues. Knowing Hajun might get caught off on the wrong ledge.

"You only called when you needed a bitch to talk too..man I thought we were friends, like the type to suck dick for each other, you know?".

"I didn't receive your calls because I ran away from home..but you are to drunk to understand that".

"No no, you are to sober to talk about this" Hajun only said.

The guy couldn't even sit still. His head was all over the place, and he smelled like rotting alcohol. And even despite his head disagreeing with whatever Hajun was indicating, his body said otherwise. Moving on its own, his hands grabbed the bottle with harsh liquor, gulping it down, drip by drip. As he pulled away from the bottle, he grimaced, turning his head away from the object.

But even if he did that. The damage has still been done.

And it wasn't really something he could escape from.

And he knew in the end.

His emotions would always get the better of him.