𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | ᴊᴀᴇᴊɪ

𝐒𝐢𝐱

Jisung's hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the keys to his apartment. After the hospital released him, he was eager to return to the familiar comforts of home. Chenle had offered to stay with him, but Jisung insisted that he could manage on his own.

Pushing the door open, Jisung stepped inside and immediately felt the weight of exhaustion settle over him. The sterile hospital environment had done little to soothe his anxiety, but now, back in his small, cluttered apartment, he hoped to find some semblance of peace.

As he dropped his bag by the door, Jisung's eyes fell on a stack of mail scattered across the floor. He sighed, bending down to gather the envelopes. Bills, advertisements, and—he froze, his heart plummeting—an official-looking notice stood out among the clutter.

With a sense of foreboding, Jisung tore open the envelope. His eyes scanned the bold print, each word hitting him like a blow.

Eviction Notice

The landlord had given him 30 days to vacate the premises. The notice cited unpaid rent and outlined the legal actions that would follow if he failed to comply.

Jisung's knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, the notice slipping from his fingers. Panic clawed at his chest, and his breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps. How had it come to this? He had been trying so hard to keep up with the payments, juggling multiple jobs while also pursuing his art. But it seemed it wasn't enough.

Tears blurred his vision as he thought of the bleak future that awaited him. He couldn't lose this apartment. It was more than just a place to live; it was his sanctuary, the one place where he could create without fear of judgment.

Desperate thoughts raced through his mind, and he clutched his phone, considering his options. He knew he couldn't handle this alone, but asking for help felt like admitting defeat. As he scrolled through his contacts, a thought struck him—one he had pushed aside long ago.

Becoming a sugar baby.

It was something he had considered in the past, a way to leverage his youthful looks and charm to gain financial support. But life had gotten in the way, and he had buried the idea under layers of work and art. Now, with the eviction notice staring him in the face, the idea resurfaced with a new urgency.

Jisung took a deep breath, his mind made up. He needed to survive, and if this was the way to do it, then so be it.