KEON.
LOCATION: adam’s apartment TIME: midnight AVAILABILITY: closed, @adzm
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. keon’s been wandering all night, his mind in a tizzy as he’s tried fighting one impulsive decision after another. as though his underlying need to escape the inescapable keeps itching at his fingertips, having sat a bus stop for nearly three hours ( passing up four opportunities to get on ) until he convinced himself to find something better to do. or more specifically, someone. which is why he’s here, body pressed against a lightpost, nicotine filled lungs chasing the next puff of his cigarette as he stares up at adam’s apartment door. debating whether or not to pull through considering his presence would be unannounced, but judging by the light that’s still on, he doesn’t think he’ll be disturbing the guy’s beauty sleep. so finishing off his cigarette, he flicks it to the side before he winds himself up the staircase, head ducked when he lifts a fist. knocking one, two, three times. and then stuffing his hoodie pockets, waiting for adam to either ignore keon’s beck and call or answer him.
knock, knock, knock. the noises coming from the other side of the front door pull adam out of his computer screen and in to reality. he checks the time in the corner of his macbook. 12:25 am. there’s only one person who could want to come around this hour and the way his white ragdoll cat, daisy, is mewing at the door, confirms adam’s suspicions. standing up from his desk, he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror of his bedroom and is painfully aware of how tired he looks; his curls are a mess and the darkness around his eyes fooled no one in to believing he slept adequately these days. and then there’s a pang of annoyance at himself for recognizing that he does care what he looks like and he heads toward his door, shifting that irritation towards keon as it sits heavily in his chest. the door swings open and at first adam stares at the other boy, jaw clenched, waiting for keon to say something, but then he catches daisy weaving between keon’s legs, purring almost as if to say we know him! don’t act like we don’t know him. a sigh. ❛ ― it’s, uh, such a pity your phone’s broken, ❜ adam begins, clearing his throat. he’s was always a little awkward about greeting keon at night. sober. ❛ because it would have made sense for you to, y’know, consult with me ahead of time. for you to come over. ❜ but of course, adam steps to the side, letting the other boy in. ❛ you know i have work to do or ― i don’t know ― i could have had people over! ❜ had people over. the sentence was laughable. keon had long seen through adam’s facade and it pained him to admit so.
