Hyukjae hears those distant clacks against his wooden floors getting louder and louder and he already has a feeling as to who it is. Choco comes barreling into his room with her tongue flapping out and her fur bouncing everywhere as she barks at him from her spot near the door, too afraid to come closer since all his things were still scattered on the floor. He keeps a sharp eye on her while emptying his drawers, snapping at her when she dared to move one paw into the litter of razor blades, packets of white and various other glass objects. “Back, shoo!" He says, flinging his arm and making it throb. With another recoil from his actions, he pulls away until he steps over the mess; Choco follows him.       "I need to get rid of everything," he annouces to no one in particular, not really caring if Jongwoon could hear him or not. After all, he really did. No more of this alcohol, no more getting high, no more chances— no more risks, no more!Â
Jongwoon stands to his feet when he hears Choco barking, walking quickly towards where he heard it coming from. His eyes are met with a mess of various objects that make him rather sick feeling, and he watches Hyukjae as he walks around like a mad man, muttering to himself and he doesn't really know what to do at this point. Scooping Choco up into his arms carefully so she wouldn't cut her small feet on the razors, he looks at the mess, taking it all in with a deep sharp inhale of breath and then watches Hyukjae as he walks past them. He's certain there is nothing he can do at this point; this was honestly something the other man had to do for himself, but he would be there for him through the whole thing. And so he follows Hyukjae, setting Choco down on the floor out of harms way.Â







