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jaemin definitely wasn't tired as he usually was while he walks back to his aunt's house that night.

he never calls it 'home' for a home is a place where people who love and provide for you are at. it's a place you walk into and know you're safe from all the dangers of the outside world.

a home was made by the people who live there.

so in this case, his aunt's house was simply, well, just a house.

however, it was odd to him that he was even walking properly. on any other night, he would've been stumbling over every crack and pebble in the sidewalk while trying to keep himself awake.

this particular night felt different, though.

coffee still fresh in his hand, jaemin takes the occasional sip; making sure not to waste a single drop. it was difficult to walk and drink out of a can at the same time.

maybe the caffeine in the coffee was the reason he was able to stay awake-- or maybe it was because of jeno? he didn't really know.

that night, jaemin seems to notice the stars shining brighter and the air feeling cooler. he lets out a small sigh as the breeze gently caresses his face; it was as if the universe was trying to give him a kiss on the cheek. it finally felt like fall was dawning upon korea after the brutal summer he had just gone through. 

the streetlights were lit up nice and bright, their light casting an ambient orange glow over the neighborhood. for once, jaemin takes in the beauty and serenity of walking through it this late at night.

this... late at night.

jaemin would've been panicking by now had he not been constantly reminding himself that it was indeed late. 

it was most certainly 3am.

like, what would people in a particularly large neighborhood be doing at 3am? partying? fucking?

well, maybe the second one was accurate considering the fact that their neighbors were always so damn horny. jaemin jots down in his brain that the next thing he needed to invest in were a pair of noise cancelling headphones.

and though he was telling himself that yes, he'd be fine; he still walked a little faster deciding to pick up the pace.

although he had done this (this being walking home alone at such an ungodly hour) countless of times in the past, he still finds himself picking up the pace. maybe getting his overwhelming paranoia and anxiety checked out would be the next thing he invests in.

or a pair of heelys? a hoverboard maybe? 

no, those would make him an easy target of the middle schoolers who liked to hang around in empty alleyways.

his feet would just have to work for now.

jaemin doesn't realize he was running at this point, the fear of the unknown hitting him like a truck since his brain just didn't know when to take a break with its overthinking. what was once a 30 minute walk turned into a 10 minute run.

never in a million years would jaemin ever feel relief upon seeing the door to his aunt's house.

it was a bit beat up-- a couple cracks in the cream colored paint and the brass handle being worn down after so many years of hands being put in the same place.

now that he was there though, all feelings of relief had vanished in an instant when he realizes that the next step of guaranteeing his safety was to open the door and walk inside.