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Jiyong was very tired. He didn't know why a small business trip would make him this tired, especially when he didn't travel very far for it. However, he didn't quite remember the entire weekend either. He rubbed his eyes and went to bother his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin in the crook of the other's neck and muttered with a pout. "Can you help me unpack?"
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Jiyong came to find his boyfriend. He walked around the house in short black shorts, a loose tshirt with a plunging neckline and a red plaid shirt which the sleeves were a tad too long on him. He checked each room looking for him and stopped momentarily when he passed a mirror. He examined himself in it. The bruising on his neck had gotten darker and it looked almost as bad as the time he'd unsuccessfully strangled himself. He lightly pressed his finger tips to his skin and flinched. He took a moment to look down and actually take a good look at his legs. His thighs had very large purple splotches accompanied by long red lines. He moved the waistband of his shorts and saw there too the bruising also darkened. He looked at himself once more in the mirror. He looked like crap and he knew it. He pushed his hair back with a deep sigh and stepped away from the mirror. He found his boyfriend in the kitchen and he came up to him, grabbing hold of his shirt and tugged it gently.
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Music of the Night | Minji
Jiyong made the mistake of leaving the door of the music room open. He usually closed it as to not be disturbed while he worked or to disturb others. It was easier that way in the small sound proof room. But he’d been absent minded and left the door ajar late at night when he was feeling restless and had come to find solace in music once again. It seemed to be his one salvation as of late. He’d been playing the keyboard on and off, jotting down notes in his little notebook. He’d written the lyrics months ago but was now building a melody. He’d developed the habit of creating melodies when he was along to match his inspired lyrics that already filled an entire notebook. Unsung words and unheard melodies waiting to be listened to, Jiyong did his best to fulfill the task.
Paris Return | Hanbyul
Jiyong had been missing for almost 2 weeks. He’d left for France the day before Christmas Eve and had returned just before the New Year. Despite returning to Korea nearly a week ago, Jiyong had neglected to show up at the facility at all. He was hesitant at first to enter the building. He stood outside on what felt like the coldest day of the year and shifted his weight from side to side. He was almost unrecognizable dressed head to toe in black, his beanie pulled down low almost covering his eyes and his oversized scarf pulled up over his nose. His hands were deep in his pockets as he stared at the entrance deciding if he should go inside. Truthfully, he was scared to find out what kind of consequences awaited him on the other side of those doors. He’d decided he’d face whatever it was by the time he could no longer feel his toes.
He entered the facility quietly and the nurse at the front desk hadn’t bothered to look up at him. He shuffled out of the lobby and headed down the staff wing. His footsteps were soft against the linoleum flooring. He stopped briefly in front of Dr. Park’s door, half wondering if he was about to interrupt someone else’s session or if she was even in her office at all. He raised his hand to knock on the door and check just as she’d opened it. He shook slightly, partially due to the lingering cold and partially due to nerves. He hadn’t even prepared an explanation for her.
Paris for the Holidays
Jiyong had packed a small bag and quickly slipped down the hall of the asylum. He peaked his head around the corner checking for any passers by before making his way toward the lobby. He prayed he wouldn't accidentally run into anyone and found his chances of doing so more slim at this time of night. He waited patiently for a few moments until the nurse at the front desk had gotten up and left to stretch her legs. Jiyong took the opportunity to dart out through the front doors. Jiyong was headed to Seunghyun hyung's apartment. Just a few days earlier, he'd surprised Jiyong with an early Christmas present, two tickets to anywhere of his choosing for one week. Jiyong had decided he hadn't been to Paris and that was just where he'd be headed soon. When Jiyong had arrived at the apartment, he finished packing a few more of his things he'd left behind there from visiting so often as well as he packed a bag for his hyung. He waited patiently in the apartment. When his hyung would arrive home, Jiyong would then finally be off to France. He was sure it meant trouble for him when he'd returned, but it was the least of his concerns.
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Awkward Encounters | Zelo
Jiyong and Junhong had avoided each other for the last few months after the falling out the two of them had. It was something he’d neglected to inform Dr. Park of still. It wasn’t something he really thought about anymore, mostly because he kept to himself more lately than ever, but deep down he had a feeling Junhong was still pretty sour about it.
Jiyong hadn’t planned to run into Junhong but in a facility of this size with the number of patients currently under care, it was bound to happen at some point. He met that point now as he walked into the washroom to find Junhong already in there.
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Confessions of a Drunk | Seungwon
It was about 2 hours into the morning and Jiyong had already downed half a bottle of whiskey as he listened to music. He took another swig from the bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his right hand, a lit cigarette leaving ashes on the floor in his left.
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A Fire Inside | Amber
Jiyong was secretly happy to be back in Seoul. He loved Jeju, but he never enjoyed his stay there. Maybe it was because he wasn’t sharing his experience with Seungri or that he felt even more trapped and bored there than when he was in Seoul. At least he had friends that visited him and took him out sometimes. He was sprawled out on the couch in the rec room watching tv when an unfamiliar face walked into the room.
