hello, stranger.
( @ccbaekhyun )
sometimes he forgets that this is his second life –– because everything remains the same in essence, he’s still a college kid, still terribly bad at keeping up with deadlines and still feels like a stranger in his own skin.
there are nights when jongin can’t sleep; all he can remember, can see –– is the red that had covered taeyong when he plunged a sword into his chest. and then there are nights when he has sweeter dreams, remembers the feel of an ex-beloved against his skin. those nights are the worst.
so when his friends had decided to order pizza, the tightening in his chest isn’t totally uncalled for. of course, jongin still remembers. his curse is that he remembers everything. though what were the odds, right?
“jongin ––” he hears a friend call out to him and immediately the boy looks away from the tv screen, eyebrows raised. “you zoned out and lost!” his friend jokes and jongin laughs back good-naturedly. “so that means you’re the one paying for the pizza tonight! thanks!”
and as if almost on cue the doorbell rings, the sound followed by laughter from his friends along with lots of thank you jongins!. the boy rolls his eyes but he doesn’t argue back, instead grabbing at his wallet before heading towards the door ( a part of him almost stops by the mirror to check on his appearance. almost out of habit ).
“you guys are assholes!” he calls out as he opens the door, his attention then focused back on his wallet. “thanks for the pizza, how much is i ––” oh. well fuck ( and he’s still in love ).
