My Tease

Remnants of a Hollow Night

Jin pov

My body shakes like a leaf alone in my bathroom. As I sit on the floor by the toilet, a ball of raging nerves hit me one after another. My mouth is still gritty from the first wave of vomit that forced it's way through and at this rate, the acid in my stomach might bubble up into a second eruption. I didn't even have time to turn the lights on in here when I slammed the door open and collapsed by the toilet.

My hair sticks to my face and my shirt clings to my back; my winter coat already discarded on the side. Yaeji's body sits on my skull and his blood clots my throat as another load of bile runs it's course. My mind is swirling but one thing has been made clear...

I'm at fault.

My hand traces the wall as I walk silently down the hall. A smile graces my lips as I think of the relief I feel from telling Sung Kyung everything. A huge weight lifted off of my shoulders in that moment that made me realize how mentally blocked I was all this time. To be able to finally be open about my sexuality even a little bit has me in a dreamy state.

That is until my eyes land on the browning blood that has dried right outside of Yaeji's door.

It's Ryo Ah's.

I close my eyes in pain, blocking out the mental image but a hard tug on my arm makes me stumble into the wall. "Because of you Yaeji's in a coma!" Holding my side, I stare into the vicious eyes of my attacker. 

It's Yaeji's room mate, Jaehoon. His nostrils are flawed and his stance is of a predator as he backs me into the wall. His finger stabs into my winter coat as he snarls into my face, "Why did you let him in?" He yells but his voice begins to crack giving away to the pain he's holding. His hands grasp my shoulders as he looks me in the eyes. "He was my best friend."

A wave of sickness lurches into my stomach at his words. "I-I'm sorry." I say before pushing him to the side and running to my door. I barely make it inside to my bathroom before chucks of vomit splatter onto the tile floor and into the toilet...

                              ***

"Seokjin, tell us about how realism can be used to describe the relationship between Japan and the Silla dynasty." My professor instructs after finding my name on the roster attached to his clipboard. He smiles at me, but I return it with a dull look as I sit slumped in my seat. 

"I don't know..." 

With a heavy sigh, he puts his clipboard down and walks over to my desk. "You look depressed." My stomach drops and my eyes darken as he folds his arms. He makes no moves to leave, meaning he's expecting me to reply. "This class isn't that bad. Did you eat breakfast?"

"...No..."

He taps my desk, "Talk to me after class." I want to tell him I'm busy, but that would be a lie. I haven't spoken to anyone in a week. Not Sung Kyung, not Hoseok, not Momo and definitely not Namjoon. So I watch the time on the clock tick by and wait for this promising lecture my professor is going to give me. Soon enough everyone is packing up and leaving the class like it's on fire. 

I just sit at my desk with my backpack by my feet until everyone is gone and it's just us two. "Seokjin, I heard that you were caught up in all that mess that happened last week. Don't let that get to you. Life goes on and you have a great future in front of you."

"Oh, so you heard about my fuck up." I say matter of factly and he scowls.

"I heard about your innocent mistake...yes. The students talk-"