Thinner

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Abditory.
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The fine hairs on his neck stood tall as he approached the door that had been sealed locked for the past 2 weeks. His eyes were stuck in a glare as he wondered if he should end the cycle that had been ongoing since that phone call. His body stood locked in deja vu, palms sweaty as he turned the door knob to the closed room. He has been occasionally visiting Hajun, trying to wake him up, put food by his bed to eat, he provided him with different options of drinks. But he never saw the food getting eaten, he never saw him wake up. He only occasionally spotted the small decrease in the glasses of water he had brought to him.

He has been consumed by loneliness. He always sat alone in the living room, watching Hajun's show to catch up on something he liked to do. He was drinking Hajun's tea, trying to keep himself composed and steady, pretending he was watching the show with Hajun, and pretending to be drinking the tea with him. Chan and Hyunjin have been so busy that only occasional video calls occurred as communications between the three. He had informed them about Hajun's behavior and the phone call he received 2 weeks ago. They could only provide so little advice that it genuinely felt like hell experiences all of this on second hand.

He would rarely hear small movements from Hajun's room. The silence in the apartment alone was enough to make his hearing so crystal clear that he heard the smallest details that would go on in that room. Two nights ago, he could hear small and faint sobs from the room, sobs that were so quiet he wouldn't usually be capable of picking it up the sound of sadness, but with how quiet everything has been, every sense within him seemed more prominent than ever before.

He was listening and trying to find any source of living from Hajun's room so much that he found himself infatuated with listening out only for him to make a noise, and it seemed to be such a desperate thing to do. But he was at his own breaking point. He endured loneliness and silence every single day for the past two weeks, he haven't been able to hear Hajun's laugh or voice in general for so long it felt like he was forgetting the sound of it.

And he could only remember the last few words Hajun spoke to him before passing out on him, words through confusion, betrayal, and hurt, all seeping through his voice when he carried such heavy words. And he could only really hope that Hajun wasn't constantly saying such words to himself over and over again.

As he exhaled, he entered the dark room. Spotting the figure of Hajun beneath the sheets made his heart beat faster. He turned the lights on. Something that hasn't been done for too long. And all he could see was the messy room igniting with light. There were pieces of clothes scattered on the floor, along came the trash, and the uneaten plate of food by the bedside table.

He had a goal, and that was to make Hajun wake up officially today. He really didn't want to disturb him, but it's been 2 weeks, and getting back on track was starting to become more important than how Hajun was feeling about everything. Sure, it mattered a whole ton, but Hajun hasn't been capable of getting up on his own, eating on his own, and shower not even once since the incident. He needed help, and Jeongin was only there to provide that.

And as much as it pained him for having to become stern with the older. He simply had to.

So as he stood beside Hajun's sleeping figure, he gently started to shake him in an attempt to awake him from his slumber.

"Hajun, you have to wake up. You've been sleeping for too long. You need to eat and shower" He stated as nudged him a bit harder, but he never gained a response, as Hajun slept through his words like a rock.

Hajun was solid, not butching at all, not mumbling small words from sleepiness. He was just stone cold, heavy asleep.

He shook him harder, expecting it to have an effect, but it didn't. All he received was dead silence and no movement back from the male lying heavily on his bed.