First part of the Beverage-Series
Seoul, South Korea. Inbetween of skyscrapers and millions of people, there are two people who somehow seem to always hit the Rock Bottom of life. Mentally, financially, always down to do whatever it takes to some...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I slowly rolled my body through the bed, when I woke up.
With my eyes still closed, I tried cuddling up to something that wasn't there.
And as soon as I realized it, I sat up straight.
The side of the bed, where Jaehyun was still sleeping tight a few hours ago, was empty. When I ran my hand over the sheets and the pillow, it felt damp.
What was going on?
Was he sick, to actually produce so much sweat while sleeping?
And where the fuck was he?
I got out of bed and walked through the small flat, until I reached the bathroom. But he wasn't there either.
I started roaming through his apartment, looking for any kind of sign or note that would've told me, where he went off to, but didn't find anything.
I was getting frustrated.
Why would he just leave me alone here without telling me something about it?
He wasn't that kind of fuckboy to mess around with me like that.
I was sure about it.
And suddenly, something came to my mind again.
"He can be quite... Complicated."
The words, his friend said to me the last evening, were running through my mind in no uncertain manner.
But I didn't want to rush anything.
So I picked up my small phone from the kitchen counter and looked through the messages I received.
Nothing.
No missed calls or anything of that stuff, so I called him.
One time.
Two times.
Three times.
But still, no reaction at all.
Not even the typical sound of declining my call, just nothing.
I didn't know, if this still had something to do with all the times Jeongin did stuff like that and I found him passed out in some alley, but I started feeling uneasy and sick.
"FUCK, Jaehyun, what am I supposed to do now?!", I yelled at the phone and eventually put on my clothes, to smoke a cigarette at the window.
I just didn't want to panic.
My heart was racing so much that I could barely handle it.
But I didn't let go of the phone anymore.
I really wanted to hear his voice right now. Even if it only was about making sure, he was okay for a few seconds.
And when I took the first hit on my cigarette, an idea came to my mind.
