;;connections of the past
Everyday was a new one, but at the same time they were all the same to his dark brown eyes. Everything was carried out in the same order, his life becoming an endless cycle of repetition. His work was the only thing that could distract him from the emptiness he carried, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. There were days where he missed the bruises and scratches his father left, the pain his father inflicted was specific, no one else could match up to it. Would he call himself a sadist for trying to look for pain? Was that the reason why he never stood up for himself all those years ago? Junsik wished he could find the answers he was looking for, but all he was met with was a dead end. A road leading to nothing, that is what his life has become - nothing.
Almost midnight, Junsik walked through the streets of Seoul, his duffle bag hanging at the back of his shoulder, earbuds clinging to his ears as music played at a comfortable volume. He spent most of his time at the office today. Having meeting after meeting, it was terrible to listen to such bored voices, and Junsik wrote random nothings on the notepad he always carried with him to these dreadful conferences. Before heading out, he changed into sweatpants and a lose jacket to cover his wife beater. Nights were usually chilly, and the last thing Junsik needed was a cold to barge into his immune system. Though did he really care if sickness came to him?
Since it was such a late hour, Junsik decided to ditch the Seoul Tigers for the night. He doubted any of the younger members had the energy to keep up with him at the moment, and really, he didn’t want to deal with such intolerable children. So, the tall male made his way down another street to reach a gym he use to attend all the time. Most of his early training occurred here, but once his scheduling became tight due to inconvenience, he left the area and only came back when he needed to see old ground he walked on.
The lights were dimmed from what he could tell, he didn’t expect many to be using the gym at such an hour. He guessed two or three, but once he entered through the door, he saw only one silhouette of what appeared to be a man. Junsik wouldn’t have paid any attention to him, no stranger ever caught his attention, but once he took a glance at one of the mirrors, reflecting the concentrated face of a man he once called friend, Junsik stopped in his tracks. After a split second, he tried to back away, maybe he hadn’t seen him and he could walk away without bringing attention, but it was too late.
Junsik stumbled, he stumbled backwards and tripped over a chair that was next to the counter you would see first thing you came through the doors of the gym. The loud sounds of metal and plastic hitting against each other echoed around the almost empty studio, and Junsik winced mentally. He didn’t want to look up, glance around to see if he had noticed, but his eyes betrayed him, and he ended up looking straight into Jaehyuns’.
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