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Contemplation About Jae-su

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Flaking sacramento green paint and an engraved '402' on the dorm room door greeted you. The brass key in your left hand felt warm to the touch as you rubbed a thumb on the flat head of it. Your gaze flicked down to bottom of the door, where the room's light could be seen spilling out.

Jae-su was inside.

You hesitated, your right hand hovering just above the brass doorknob. On one hand, you could procrastinate for a tad bit longer and go back to the library, where you'd been hiding out of the past few hours... but as appealing as the idea was, it was empty and you didn't trust your luck when you were alone. Also, you weren't a fan of stifling silence and musty air. You considered the cafe you'd passed earlier on the way to your morning lecture. If memory served you correct, the neon sign said it had been called 'Fracture Fracture'. You can't imagine why it was repeated twice... maybe an unfortunate accident with Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V?

As much as you hated it, the dorm room was most likely the safest place from Jimin, or 'ear fetish boy' as you had thoughtfully dubbed him. The dorm was closed off, lockable, in close proximity to other people–well, enough that if you screamed others would hear you, and there was cell reception. Not to mention your roommate. If you were otherwise unavailable, she could easily alert authorities or your family.

That thought surprised you. The realisation that you could rely on someone who wasn't family.

...or maybe not. Depending on her reaction.

You didn't know what lengths that the ear stranger, Jimin, would go to track you down. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be the wildest one. You once had a man follow you for- that was a story for another time.

And while Jimin had been the first one who seemed resistant to your 'curse,' he could've just been a late bloomer of sorts. That had been unexpected, but he wouldn't be the first one to be late bloomer. You had thought the same of one of your teachers once, only to realise they had just been waiting for the school classroom to empty out. You'd transferred the next day, just barely knocking the adult unconscious to make it back home.

Maybe it took longer for the curse to soak in...  or metabolise with him... who knows how it worked. Maybe he was holding it back? Admittedly, you didn't know what it was like to be on the receiving end, and you didn't particularly want to either way. You didn't want to push it.

Your cold hand flew up to the shell of your ear, rubbing the inside of it, as if you were trying to mimic his curious touch from earlier. A faint trace of his warm touch still lingered on the skin.

Yeah. There was no doubt about it. He had definitely touched you, and that meant he had activated it. Honestly, you were just living on borrowed time at this point, and you knew it.

The dorms were the safest place from him, as much as you hated to admit it. Even if that meant you had to face Jae-su unnie. Face the music. Every second you spent outside, alone, without anyone knowing your exact location made you an easier and more susceptible target.

But Jae-su unnie had also activated the curse. You had seen the symptoms earlier this morning. Blank stare. One-track mind. How she had refused to leave from outside the bathroom. How she had unquestionably touched your shoulder while shaking you awake.

Experience had told you that men were not the only ones who would hurt you or kidnap you when under 'your' influence. That it would do good to be wary of the women as well. As much as you would like to trust Jae-su, she wasn't the first woman to have been ensnared by you. After all, it had been a woman who had kidnapped you and withheld you in the first place.