Jaehyun's POV
My eyes follow the slow roll of the ceiling fan.
The smell in the room is thick and heavy, charred patchouli, a whole burnt forest.
My heartbeat is too loud, racing with the rush of something I have always had control over; the urge to kill.
My vision is permanently stained red, even after my rut, everything is blood red.
My entire being is rebelling against me but I? I don't give a fuck.
I stay face down on the cluttered bed.
I shouldn't give a fuck anymore, I am trying my best not to, yet every day that passes feels harder than the last.
Yujun. Yujun. Yujun.
My body, my mind, my heart keeps chanting his name, saying it like it's more precious than my life's blood.
And it is…he is. He will always be.
The sound of the meeting bell travels through the whole place, but I don't budge.
I'm here to hide.
Staying in Hongdae is hard, that small apartment carries too many memories that I am unwilling but trying to let go.
