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You pick the phone from the living room table, you check the time again for what seems like the millionth time that night. You sigh, and run your hands through your hair, it tangles at the ends, you snap it, breaking apart the tendrils of hair.
It's four in the morning, and Jongin is still out with his friends. You had refused to go out with him today, there were only so many times a week that you could force yourself to dance next to sweaty strangers and let the music give you a blistering headache.
It's then that your phone vibrates in your hand alerting you that you had received a text. It's a text from Chanyeol, and for one moment, you let relief wash over you.
We're here, coming up the stairs now. Open the door.
You sigh with either annoyance or relief, you can't tell, you jump from the sofa and open the door, just as Chanyeol and Sehun exit the elevator with a rather drunk Jongin, hanging onto them.
You sidestep into the apartment, your bare feet slides across the laminate flooring, sending a shiver down your spine. You make room, as Sehun and Chanyeol bring Jongin in, this had been the routine for the past couple of weeks. Closing the door, you wait for them to emerge from the master bedroom, suddenly it feels colder than it is, even though it's July.
"(Y/N)," a voice asks, breaking you away from your thoughts. It's Chanyeol. "Do you want us to stay?"
You close your eyes for a few seconds, and will a smile to come onto your face. "No," you wave them out of the door. "I'll be fine. Thankfully, I don't have work tomorrow so it should be good."
Chanyeol and Sehun nod, as if in agreement.
"Are you sure?" Sehun speaks this time, his black hair, fades into the darkness of the staircase. "We know he can be bit of a hand full." He tries his best to smile.
"Honestly, don't worry about it," you make eye contact with Chanyeol, and try your best to hold his gaze. "I'm pretty used to it by now." You'd meant for it to be a light comment, but both Sehun and Chanyeol cringe. Before you can take them up on their offer, you shoo them to elevator, and gave them each a quick hug.
"Call us," Chanyeol says, as he presses the elevator button. You smile and wave them off.
You walk down the cold corridor, and with each step it feels like the emotions are overwhelming you, threatening to spill with just one wrong move. You make your way into the apartment, and as you look out of the windows, you can see the streaks of orange emerging in the sky, you rest your head on the doorframe, and you let yourself break.
It feels as if hours have passed by, but the sky is still dark, with just faint orange piercing through the dark clouds. You tiptoe across the living room, and into the bedroom, you close the door behind you. Jongin's silhouette is faint in the dim light, his legs are stretched across the bed, the covers hide his his body, but even in the dark, you can see the faint blonde strands of his hair poking out. Even now, after everything, his presence still feels like home, you can't deny that the atmosphere around you changes whenever he is in your proximity.
