WAS//Jinson

Korea

[Song of the Chapter: Up by JAMES]

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I met someone today, in school, that wasn't nice to me. He made fun of me, of the bruises that were on my arm. Is this how everyone is?

Is that why my parents don't want me to tell anyone? Are they scared that I'm going to get hurt?

When I got home, my parents were packing and when I told them what the boy said, they said that they already knew. That's why we were packing because we were moving to South Korea.

-Age: 9

Jinyoung pressed sigh after restless sigh out, watching the customers flow in and out endlessly through the cafe. He worked at the airport because he thought that he'd be able to meet more people like that.

But the cafe was distinctly closer to the gates where people from international flights would be coming in.

It'd been four months since the incident in Hong Kong. Youngjae was worried that he wasn't moving on, or forwards in his life, and decided that being content with where his life stayed was good enough.

Jaebum watched Jinyoung as he was dealing with the customers' orders. He didn't care who was asking him for his number, he didn't care who was buying anything, he treated them with the same, apathetic and almost emotionless care.

Once their shifts were over, Jaebum shoved his hands into his pockets and walked with Jinyoung towards the black car the elder drove.

"What's going on in your life, Jinyoung? You seem depressed," the elder spoke, breaking the silence through the cold air. It was almost December.

Jinyoung let out a breath, watching the white cloud fly into the air and disappear. "I don't know. Everything seems...empty. I don't know."

But he did know. And Jaebum knew as well.

Youngjae knew and Mark knew well what was going on with Jinyoung but they had no idea how to stop it. They didn't know how to stop the memories coming back to the young man, especially the most recent painful ones. 

"You think that there's someone missing? Sometimes, like when a room sort of feels like something isn't right?" Jinyoung questioned the elder, Jaebum now wishing that he had driven himself instead of having to drive the younger to his house.

The elder cleared his throat uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe? But that's just a feeling, right? There's nothing to back it up," Jaebum replied, masking his nervousness.

Jinyoung narrowed his eyes but accepted it and got into the passenger seat. The elder pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Mark before getting in the car and turning over the engine.

It wasn't going to be his responsibility to take care of Jinyoung when the most recent memories hit him like Thor's hammer.

After all, it had been Mark's idea to lie to Jinyoung.

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Jackson went back into Doctor Xian's office two weeks after his last appointment, with much to share. He felt like the child in the journal again, and he was actually learning a lot about himself that made his actions understandable.

Whenever he walked, he seemed to have a sort of precision to it and that was because, as he learned from one of the entries, he had taken fencing lessons at the age of 10 up through his teen years.