#fire.doc.adimonia

He could get used to this.

Somehow, it takes him back to his childhood. Hoseok’s always loved the adventures they went on together back then...their special escapes together. A time to finally have away from the anxiety of being at home.

Memories of the two of them wandering along deserted forest roads and derelict paths all for the goal of finding a place to be alone. Together. Often they’d compose elaborate stories and formulate a plot for their ‘purpose’ in their newly discovered world. Imagination took them far. Anything was possible with the two of them.

The thought subsides as he gets a reality check for the third time today. Things aren’t the way they’re supposed to be. Hoseok has work tomorrow, which is followed by two hour long lectures in the afternoon that he can’t miss. Yet he knows he won’t ever get this again. This opportunity won’t arise again. The consideration of going back seems too irrational by this point.

Hoseok takes another dreary look at the intrepid moon, his new source of comfort since his phone glared at 12% battery after his attempt to check social media. Again.

Unsurprisingly, there’d been absolutely no news on a Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok—nothing at all. Namjoon had laughed at him for even thinking so, voicing his thoughts of, “two ungovernable eighteen year old boys” not being their town’s biggest priority. To them, Kim Namjoon was the irksome star child who over achieved and seemingly cruised through his early school life with little to no hardship. Jung Hoseok was the burdensome national champion to multiple dance competitions, now enrolled to university with an exceptionable scholarship and decent grades. To them, they were merely two teenagers that got ‘lucky’.

The criticism Namjoon lashed out onto their society had never really reached him till today. Not like before. Because here they were, in the middle of an unknown town located in a distance city, now missing for three days. Hoseok had expected news after 24 hours, but nobody came looking for them. No texts, no messages, no notifications.

He really could get used to this.

Namjoon lays besides him completely dead to the world; uncovered because of his stubborn choice to give to blanket to Hoseok and covered by his flimsy denim jacket instead. The scene reminds him of one of their many sleepovers from their childhood and as the memories play out, his eyes gloss over. Sure sleeping outside isn’t ideal, but next to Namjoon, really anything’s possible. Hoseok breaks into a fond smile before joining him in the world of sleep.