Jinyoung is 23 years old and has a big passion for writing.
He often finds himself to be depressed and thinking about his dark past.
One day, he meets a mysterious guy named Jaebum who might help him get through all of that.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Me and JB have been sitting by the bridge for about 2 hours now and it was starting to get a bit chilly. I was looking at the sky that was now fading into a pink and orange color. I shivered slightly and crossed my arms and hugged them close to my body in attempt to try to stay warm.
"Are you cold?"
I turned to face JB who had a somewhat concerned look written on his face.
"A little." I replied. There was no hiding it.
"We can go to my place if you want." he offered.
"Yeah. That would be nice." I gave him a small smile.
We stood up from our previous spots at the edge of the bridge and started walking to his apartment. We were walking in silence once again but I'm pretty sure that both of us are used to it by now. I kept shivering so I rubbed my arm with my hand to try to make it better. JB must've noticed because he, without a word, took off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders.
"Thank you." I said quietly and hugged the fabric closer. "But what about you?" I frowned slightly at the thought of him being cold. He was left in only a T-shirt now.
"I'll be fine." he replied. I pursed my lips together and nodded while looking down at my feet as we walked.
It didn't take long until we reached his apartment and finally felt warmth again. We took the elevator up to the 8th floor and stepped out again. While he was unlocking the door with his keys, I inhaled the sweet scent of his jacket sleeve as I wanted to scratch my cheek.
He finally unlocked the door and stepped aside to let me in, closing the door behind us. We slid off our shoes and I hung up his jacket on the rack. I followed him into the living room and we sat down on his black leather couch.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked.
"Uhm sure. What do you have?"
"Water, juice, tea..."
"Some tea would be nice." I smiled politely. He nodded once and shuffled to the kitchen. I looked around the room and took notice in the objects that were around. I spotted what appeared to be a photo album and I slowly stood up and walked over to the little table where it was.
It had a dark blue cover and with white letters that read "childhood" at the top. I carefully picked it up and was about to open it but then I heard his voice yell from the kitchen. "Jinyoung? How much sugar would you like?" I quickly placed the album down and rushed back to the couch.
"Uh, two spoons is fine." I yelled back. He soon came back with two cups of tea in both hands and placed them down on the coffee table.
"Thank you." I said and picked up my cup.
"I was thinking, maybe we could watch a movie or something." he said.
"Yeah! What movie though?" I asked.
"I don't know. What do you like?" he asked as he turned on the TV.
"I like horror movies." I replied which caused him to look at me.
"Can't relate." he laughed slightly.
"Oh, come on~it'll be great!" I laughed.
He groaned and went into the horror movie section while I grinned.
"Oh! Let's watch that!" I gasped and pointed at the screen.
"The Conjuring?" he arched a brow at me while I nodded enthusiastically. He sighed and put it on. He turned off the lights and plopped down beside me. He took a blanket and covered himself with it, offering me the other half that I gladly accepted. We were forced to scoot closer to each other though.
We were halfway through the movie and it was getting scarier and scarier. I felt my legs slightly shaking as I watched the screen with pure fear in my eyes. JB was perfectly calm throughout the whole movie so far. I thought that he was the one that hated horror movies, not the other way around.
He must've noticed how tense I was because he gently placed his hand on my thigh. My legs stopped shaking at the sudden touch and I felt my muscles relax. He started moving his hand up and down in a repeating motion.
I gripped the blanket tightly with my left hand and inhaled deeply. I looked to my right from the corner of my eye and caught him smirking to himself.
I leaned back into the couch a little bit more and quietly cleared my throat. As much as I tried, I couldn't focus on the movie anymore.
The only thing I could focus on was his gentle touch.
