escape.
@beyun
[ incoming msg ] are you home [ outgoing msg ] yeah, what’s up? [ incoming msg ] i’m coming over
frankly, jinyoung is a little baffled by the text exchange. yun wouldn’t respond after that, no matter how many question marks jinyoung sent him. no elaboration, no insight. he’s not quite sure what to make of it, to be honest. should he be worried? he’s not going to kid himself into believing that he’s someone yun would go to in a crisis or anything, but maybe if all other options have already been exhausted. if this is a booty call text, it’s the weirdest and most cryptic shit jinyoung’s ever received. does no one send a simple, easy to understand ‘u up?’ anymore?
sooyoung’s at work, so at least he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing her with whatever yun is coming over for. still, jinyoung takes a quick inventory of the apartment. it’s not that bad, just a little sloppy with his dishes unwashed in the sink, laundry folded and not yet put away on the couch. he at least scoops the clothes up quickly, throwing them haphazardly into a hamper in his bedroom and shutting the door on that too. he can deal with it later if he needs to. it’s not like his room is especially tidy right now anyway.
he doesn’t have a ton of time to clean up, so that’s as good as it’s gonna get. if yun judges him for a messy apartment... well, fuck him. jinyoung really can’t bring himself to care. anyway, there’s already a chime from the door; his friend is here before jinyoung can even attempt to straighten up the place any better. he wasn’t exactly expecting any guests today.
“hey,” he opens the door to let yun in, casual but not bothering to hide his curiosity. he’s still a little baffled by the texts, but rather than pry, jinyoung jokes instead: “did you miss me that much? you could’ve just said so, yunnie,” he laughs, quick to brush things off rather than let them get too deep. if yun wants to share something with him, he will on his own.
















