» just a little tight
@247jh
fuck me. zitao said this a lot. except recently, he wasn’t doubled over a table with his ass in the air. no, he was droning this as a soundtrack for his woe is me dramatics. he was miserable. life was literally fucking him — and it was not gentle. work was a nice stroll through hell today, and he was longing to collapse onto his mattress and sleep for fifteen hours. of course, that was after tossing his soiled shirt into the wash. a customer bumped into him and the scalding beverage was spewed onto his front. yep, another great day. misplacing his key was the icing on the cake.
zitao probably groaned for a solid ten minutes, patting and re-patting his pockets like a madman. no key was to be found. this was fan-fucking-tastic. he swore some sort of unlucky spirit was haunting him. it probably was so attached to him that it was his shadow. for a minute, he stood, gnawing on his inner cheek in thought. jongdae still had a key from when he housesat a matter of months ago, but that brat was in class. zitao groaned more. he would phone his friend later. maybe he could bum at a local coffee shop in the meantime.
dejectedly, he headed out — but not before passing the elevator. it dinged, and the doors glided aside. jung hoseok was inside. zitao inhaled, and he smelled alcohol and sweat and sadness. he remembered. memory lane wasn’t a happy place for him. nonetheless, he was impulsive and incredibly lonely. so, he was walking, and he was walking straight to hoseok. sure, the two hadn’t spoken in almost five years, but communication was overrated — right?
