Choco-Cinnamon Make Me Something Stupid [WONJAY]

look at me

It was early morning. Jay noted. His room was warmer than the usual temperature he set it to. It was a few degrees higher, about 4. The sun still hadn't risen, so it wasn't possible that the warmth of sunlight had warmed up the room. Even if the sunlight decided to grace Jay with its presence, the curtains were shut tight and wouldn't let an ounce of sunlight in.

Rubbing his eyes, he calls out for the lights to turn on. Getting up the light slowly turns on, mimicking natural sunlight. His eyes didn't have to adjust, so he noticed roses surrounding him.

Roses were uncommon this time of year, were they imported?

Or where are they from a nearby greenhouse?

Jay stared at the vases that filled his room. Red roses sprinkled all around the room. He stares at awe at their full bloom. They were fully at bloom, their petals blossoming into beautiful, widespread palms. They were lovely, Jay just had to get closer to the flowers.

He walks to the nearest vase, attempting to pull a rose out. His eyes were mesmerized with the glowing red that blinded his vision, the color occupying his whole being. He grapsed at a stem, his fingers slowly wrapping around a fully bloomed rose.

A small thorn tears into his skin. He feels his fingers contract, and a sting of pain hits him.

He pulls his hand up from the rose. He takes his other hand and can gently cradle the injured hand. His eyes are more focused on the rose.

Watching it fall from his hand.

Fall gently onto the floor and bouncing up.

And finally, falling down, still on the carpeted ground.

Drops of blood falling omto the floor. A small trail of red flows from his hand. Dripping down.

The two red mixed together, becoming one.

Bringing his finger to his mouth, he kissed the cut. Picking up the red rose cautiously with the uninjured hand, he puts it on top of his bedside table. He would clean up the mess later when he had the right cleaning equipment. For now, he'll focus on picking up the fallen flower.

Opening one of the drawers, he opens a first aid kit. Sanitizing the cut. He hisses at the burning sensation. He wraps a bandage around his ring finger.

Staring at the roses, his mind wanders to who sent him them.

Running names through his head, he looks around at the massive volume, humming he stares at the singular rose.

He admired the prickly flower one last time before deciding to begin his day.

Changing into a more presentable outfit. He walks out, heading to make himself breakfast. The lights are dim, but he was used to this. Being the first one up.

He enjoyed the silence that morning brought. Even if it was a little lonely.

From passing windows, he could see glimmering snow from leafless trees. It was early days of the year, and Jack was happy to give the beginning of the year a pure start. The sun wasn't completely out yet, and neither were many servants. Many came later in the day.

When his mother woke up.

His father was on a business trip again. So it was just him and his mother, probably. Soobin was likely gone. He could have returned to university down south. Or  a promotion shooting for some product, anywhere but home.

Even then, Jay wouldn't be surprised if it was just him inside the house. A surprise solo vacation was the status quo, not the exception for his mother.