wanted you to see.
ywjaehyun:
HE ran without pausing.
THE scene before him had been to much to handle and normally jaehyun is so much more level headed about things. he doesn’t let insecurities rule him and dictate his feelings regarding friendships but. this time it was too much. this time it was too noticeable. too hard for him to ignore. the small things have built up and he’s too observant to not take notice of it all. and it hurts something deep in him that he isn’t quiet sure how to explain. but it makes his eyes water and his chest feel tight and running had seemed like the best course of action.
AND now he’s locked up in his club house like a pansy. he hadn’t even stopped to make sure jihye knew he was leaving, or checking in with his parents. he had vaulted over the side fence which wasn’t too high and booked it through the yard to the shed. once inside he had flopped onto the couch and buried his face into the pillow to muffle his yell. tears fell and got caught on the fabric, the ghost hunter keeping his face hidden until breathing got to hard. only then did he roll to his side and curl up slightly, soft sniffles leaving and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
BUT he couldn’t explain… why it hurt so much. he couldn’t understand why seeing silas with his friend–gin–had hit something so deep in him. leaving an ache in jaehyuns chest that has him swallowing back heavy sobs even now. he must seem so pathetic..
𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥, silas finds himself in a lot of shit. except this time, it’s not entirely on him. see, his good ol’ pal jaehyun, whom he lovingly calls spirit stick for no apparent reason, has gone missing. now, silas’s not the type to freak out when friends go missing, but he is absolutely the type to organize a whole search party. unfortunately, even with a good six people on his pseudo-fbi squad, they don’t find jaehyun. and it’s only a good hour later that he finally, finally gets the brilliant idea to run along to jaehyun’s house, ‘cause hello? it’s plant festival day. no one’s open for business at this hour.
so he appears on jaehyun’s doorstep, a little disheveled but still devilishly handsome ( he checked ). he knocks. once, twice. then louder. “spirit stick! it’s me, ya boy!” the door opens, and it’s very much not spirit stick. it’s actually spirit stick’s mother, and she does not . . look pleased. at all. “mi~ss ahn, looking as youthful as ever!” she moves to close the door, but he quickly blocks it with a foot. “have you see spir---i mean, jaehyun? y’know, your son?” she scoffs, tells him to check the shed, and though her tone irks him a bit, he thanks her for her intuition and speeds off to shed ( really, she gives him bad vibes & he’s not here for that ).
knocking commence.
“hey, open up! it’s meeeee! c’mooon, spirit stick.” he tests the doorknob and finds it---well, unlocked. oh. okay. that works too. grinning, he flings the door open. “guess who’s back. back again. it’s m---” the smile fades & rather quickly, in fact. “hey, you okay?” he settles in the open spot next to a sniffling jaehyun, and because he’s an absolute dumbass, continues on to ask, “𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”














