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NOSTALGIA. wistful affection for the past
.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
"You're up."
MARK EYED JISUNG AS HE TOOK small steps down the stairs and into the living room, where he plopped his body down the sofa as the pillows bounced along.
"I don't know if I actually slept or just laid in bed doing breathing exercises," the younger snickered, shifting his body around and looking for a comfortable position to lie in.
Mark was in the process of figuring out a good enough comeback to diss the younger, but later he decided to just let it slide, remembering Jisung's midlife existential crisis and not wanting to add up to his current state of sadness.
"You just woke up and you're sleeping again," Mark pointed out, scrolling through his phone.
Jisung let out a loud grunt as he struggles to sit himself on the sofa, stretching his limbs with a yawn escaping his lips. He managed to lift himself off, and placing another foot down, he balances his body on his two—wobbly—feet, being quite unsuccessful though.
He grasps the sofa's back rest tightly, maneuvering his joints and muscles around, attempting to get a hold of himself, and pull himself together.
His head was spinning madly and his vision was getting blurry.
Jisung wasn't okay. Even physically.
Despite his weak condition, he was able to work his way around, slowly getting nearer the kitchen.
Where the hell are the others?
He shrugged off the thought, thinking that they're probably in their rooms right now, chilling, doing whatever.
Jisung pulled out a bar stool and plopped himself on the seat, his elbows resting on top of the kitchen island which were supporting his head, resting comfortably under his chin.
The boy was rather overjoyed seeing a loaf of bread within reach. At least he didn't have to stand up again and look for some food lying around.
Jisung reached out for the plastic bag and snapped off the g-lock, spreading the bag open and picking up a slice of bread. He didn't even toast it anymore, nor did he add some nutella, and just went straight into it, taking a bite and moaning in delight.
