Hell Hole

Chapter Two.

Jeongin sat in his room; Having gotten invited by his neighbor to go out drinking after He had finished Setting up his room.

He did this in less than an hour. But He didn't exactly want to go, yet He knew it would be pleasant to get to know his neighbors.

He didn't want to be a Hermit.

He heard that soft knock once more, scampering to his feet and pulling the door open.

Chris stepped inside the boy's room, a grin appearing on his face, "Follow me up to the roof. It's fun to drink up there; the view is great."

He flashed that eerie smile again, Jeongin hesitantly lifting his lips to smile back, grabbing his jacket from the clothes rack and sliding it on.

"It's just a few flights of stairs; are you alright with that?" The Man asked, closing his door once He vacated his room, a slight trudge in Jeongin's step. Chris observed him quite immensely, his eyes boring into him.

"Of course. I'm not a bum, so you don't have to worry about me not wanting to walk up some stairs." Jeongin snorts, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I'll follow you since I don't know this place very well."

His phone buzzed, looking down at it and turning it on silent.

He didn't want to answer her anyway.

Chris suppressed a laugh, nodding, "I know. Not everyone knows about the roof entrance anyways. Only Mr. Seo and I." He spoke with a twisting smirk.

Jeongin let out a breathy laugh, a brisk breeze pushing past him; The landlord was right when He said the Air conditioning was only located in the hallways, "Then I guess it'll be the three of ours secret." He murmured, watching while Chris pulled open a wooden door, signaling for the boy to follow.

Step after Step.

Stair after stair.

Jeongin didn't mind anything until He could sense something from the fourth floor, sniffing in the air, "What is that?" He asked, covering his nose in repugnance.

"There was a fire in there last month. The air up here is still funky."

Jeongin looked up at the blond and questioned what He was saying for a moment before he decided on hurrying up and out the exit that Chris pushed open.

But He couldn't get that smell out of his mind.

Chris halted him from his thoughts with a rumbly chuckle, gently swinging a black bag back and forth that Jeongin Hadn't realized He had been carrying, "Doesn't it look pretty up here?" He asked as He dug through the bag, pulling out only two of the Six beers, "Here." He stretched his hand out, nudging the cold can onto the boy's chest.

Jeongin let out a lofty hiss, wrapping his fingers around it, observing as the Man held it there longer than needed. And it was to see his reaction.

Jeongin looked around, holding the beer with a sleeve-covered hand, "It is magnificent." He murmured, his eyes bursting with lights as that's what was all around them, Seoul's Beauty.

Chris walked towards the edge, leaning against the railing, "Many people find greatness in natural areas, but I couldn't say the same, I love the liveliness this city gives off. It simply never sleeps."

He lingered, giving himself a moment to think.

"Are you a writer? You must be because of your sensitiveness." Chris clicked his tongue, looking back over his shoulder at the boy, something about him causing him to quiver.

He cast it off as if he were cold, yet Chris knew it wasn't from the breeze.

Jeongin wandered closer, taking a lean beside him, "I am. It's quite amazing how you noticed that, Chris." He lifted the Beer tab with the tip of his finger, curling it open and pressing it to his lips, "I write about thrillers and horror." He took a quick swig, "But, it's not all that bad."