¬Moments¬ [NamJin]

10~

When Jin woke up, the first thought that ran through his mind was 'Why did I wake up?' He had an aching jaw where he'd fell and a headache too.

Jin stood up and brushed himself off, not bothering with 'sitting down with your legs elevated'. The boy poured himself some water, and drank it with shaking hands. He set his glass down on the counter beside him and ran his hand through his hair. He didn't care about the fact that he just sprained his jaw, or that his thoughts had overwhelmed him to such an extent. He kind of wished he was back on the floor, maybe this time he won't wake up and boy would that be great.

Jin sighed and started cleaning the house, deciding to at least make everything look okay. He picked up cans and brushed loose tobacco off of the table, he didn't know why but it all just got too much.

He hated every single can.

He couldn't stand the empty cocaine packet.

He wanted the Lambrini bottles all gone.

He threw one against a wall, and watched with a pained heart as it shattered. Glass fell on the stained carpet and made sharp patterns on it. Jin walked over to it and got on his knees, picking up the shards. A piece pierced his thumb and he got all of his anger back in a second.

Jin didn't know what came over him when he punched the wall. Or when he punched it the second time, twice as hard. He saw that his hand was bleeding at the knuckles but all he started to worry about was the dent. He made a dent in the wall.

He was in so much shit if his parents found out.

But he couldn't do anything. It's not like Jin could rewind time, so he just sat there with a blank expression and stared at the damaged wall, tears silently falling down his cheeks.

Jin took his pink, outdated phone out of his pocket and called Namjoon's number. The younger picked up after two rings.

"Hello?"

"Are you free?"

"Jin are you okay, have you been crying? Oh but uh, yeah I am."

"Would you um b-be able to come over?" Jin held back a sob and couldn't believe he actually asked that. He ended the call as fast as he could, hoping Namjoon didn't hear him.

You're an idiot.

Jin threw his phone across the room and crossed his legs, feeling his cheeks get more stained with tears because he fucking knew. He didn't want to be reminded anymore. He didn't want to hear his thoughts anymore. He wanted it all to be over. He wanted to start again, get a new face which was beautiful and clear of bruises and eyebags, he wanted a new school, a new house, a fresh chance.

Before Jin could think any more, there was a knock. The boy managed to say 'come in' with a broken voice and saw the door open, revealing Namjoon. 

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