it was times like these mj hated being who he was. hated having gone through what he had. he hated how his heart began to race and he backed into the corner of the living room as quickly as possible, squeezing his eyes closed as he let his back slide down the wall till he sat with his knees to his chest. his body trembled and his breathing came in hurried drags. he knew the feeling of the panic and the fear and the suppressed memories bubbling up under the surface of faked carelessness he’d formed so perfectly to hide the constant fear, but he just wanted it to stop.
he needed the lights back, but his phone was nowhere near him and the prospect of moving from his corner had a choked sob leaving his lips.
what kind of nineteen year old was still afraid of the dark? even if mj knew what horrors really did lie in them.
It was when his head was against his plush pillow; eyes closed and breathing even did he remember. Wonho had forgotten his phone. Eyes opening slowly, a low sigh left him as he sat up in his bed, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t really want to get out of bed, but he had to, his phone was sort of important. That, and it gave him an excuse to see MJ again, someone he didn’t mind hanging around.
So slowly he slid himself out of bed, lazily putting his feet in his sneakers and grabbing the closest hoodie he had to throw it over his head. he was in a pair of black sweats; and under his hoodie he had no shirt. Usual sleep wear. Grabbing his keys, Wonho shuffled his way out of his room and down towards where the other lived.
His movements were sluggish, his mind not yet fully awake. He was so close to sleep so waking was a bit difficult. By the time he got to MJ’s apartment, he was a bit more awake and able to be a little curious as to why there was no light peeking from under the door. MJ always slept with some sort of light on.
Wonho reached out and opened the door; darkness was what he was greeted with, and his frown deepened. “MJ?” he called out, stepping forward into the room. He looked around and his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he saw that the other was curled into a ball, trembling. His feet quickly carried him over towards the other; and falling to his knees he wrapped his arms around the shaking male.
“Hey, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here. Don’t cry okay?”
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