Healing

V - nervous

I wrote this the other day but didn't get a chance to post it till now. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for the patience!

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               At least five minutes go by with Jinyoung just standing in the Middle of the hall, his feet planted and his mind frozen. He is just so surprised by the intensity of his own emotions. No, he does not mean he fell in love or that he is smitten with the stranger he met, but he is nervous, he feels his stomach fluttering and his chest resonating with the beats of his heart. If he weren't clenching his fists as tight as he is, he's sure they would be shaking.

Jinyoung sometimes is called apathetic for his lack of commitment or engagement with given situations. He has also been called selfish for apparently only feeling his pain and ignoring everyone else's. Honestly, it's not exactly that Jinyoung doesn't care (given, sometimes he truly does not give a damn) but it's more that events don't move him, they can't reach him. Most of the time, howerver, it's because whatever is happening is consumed by the void he feels. It's like there's a black hole in his soul and all that it consumes is emotions. He has no clue where they go, but they don't show visibly, although they must be stored somewhere inside him.

That is why it is so weird with Im Jaebeom. Jinyoung is practically wearing his emotions and it's so evident for anyone around, even people who don't know him. It's so shocking when the receptionist comes to his side, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Sir? Sir, are you all right? Do you need any assistance?" she questions, looking concerned and a bit confused, which isn't a surprise as he hasn't moved for a while and he's just staring at a blank space. "Sir?"

Jinyoung shakes his head, trying to push his thoughts away and come back to the present moment.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," he apologizes bowing his head and feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. "I just spaced out for a moment."

"Are you sure you do not need anything, sir?"

"Positive," he nods his head, stepping back and trying to smile so the concerned lady doesn't fret anymore. "Good day."

Bidding his goodbye, Jinyoung walks out of the room and goes into the elevator, more embarrassed than anything so for a second he forgets he is supposed to meet with Jaebeom outside. And he is distracted when he walks out of the building, not noticing the man waving in front of him until he hears his name.

"Jinyoungie!" He turns his head, just to see Im Jaebeom standing there, waving above his head, smiling so widely his eyes become two fine lines under his eyebrows as he approaches the younger.

Jinyoung doesn't move, just watching the happy man approaching, dressed in tight black jeans with a very oversized sweater under a denim jacket, forehead hidden under a bucket hat.

"Hyung," escapes his lips, so easily as if he's called the other like that for a long time, so familiar it shocks him. But then he feels his stomach twisting in a thousand knots when he sees Jaebeom up close and how the older's expression warms up, smiling so happily at the way Jinyoung has called him; it is as if he made him the happiest man alive.

"Hi," he greets with that big stupid smile that is making Jinyoung weak at the knees. How can someone look so blindly happy? "How was your session?" he asks next, shoving the hands inside the pockets of his denim jacket.

"Meh," he replies shrugging. "Same old, I guess." He sees Jaebeom's expression becoming more serious, morphing into concern and he doesn't like that look, the older looks better when he's glowing with happiness.