suyeonj:
She pursed her lips as she walked through the now empty apartment with Ares. Arching her eyebrow, she walked through the quietness, the silence. There was nothing inside and no one inside. It almost worried her. Walking through the empty rooms, everything seem to be in place but no bags or food anywhere. Jimin, where the fuck are you. She mumbled to herself before making her way to the couch. She rubbed her temples lightly as she allowed Ares to roam around free but instead he laid at her feet, glancing up at her here and there, wondering what she was doing. There was no signs of him, no note paper on the fridge or counter top, nothing. Not even the messages she frequently gets when she would disappear. Sighing quietly, she rested her head on the back of the couch and hissed ever so softly. Maybe she shouldn’t have played hot and cold around him but the human emotions for this very being— it was strange. One second, she found herself angry at him for almost no reason in particular and the next she would be joined to him by the hip. This brat, just come back. Maybe she should have communicated with him more, rather than be her cold ways but for Sooyeon, it was harder than ever.
It had been some time--a week, a month? Even he couldn't keep track of it anymore--since Jimin had last spoken to the girl that so quickly walked into his life. Nothing was stopping him from leaving a message, or any sign of still being around, but for some reason he couldn't get himself to do it. There were plenty of unsent, drafted messages in the phone that she had given him; most, if not all text messages that were intended for her. Where was he now? The same corner he had inhabited for months before she came along.
The tattered, old alleyway had always had a pungent scent (originating from the meat house kitchen--what kind of meat starts off green?) and was always too hot or too cold. During the spring and summer months, the dumpster next to the kitchen doors would give off a thick aroma, sticking to the humid air and floating away to the open air above. It was disgusting, and sometimes it caused a great pit inside of his stomach--but it was technically home for awhile there. There was a new bum crouching behind the trash, diving for his lunch and maybe a new pair of undergarments.
Guilt created a lump in the boy's throat as he stood, dumbfounded at seeing someone else in the same place he had been less than half a year prior. This feeling did not have anything to do with the man, though it probably should have had some impact. No--this irritating, stinging emotion lodged deep in his throat was more focused on badgering him about the woman he left hanging. Jimin thought that he would be angry with her, not longing to see her again. She didn't call and leave a message, she had always been so secretive and wishy-washy--why the hell should he care about her?
The feeling became unbearable and the teen reached for his phone, diligently searching for the right number--and the right words. For awhile, he stood silently, squinting at the blank message.
[sms: suyeon noona, delivered 1:48 PM]
where are you right now?
That was all. Nothing personal, no feelings. No text message could really help him to convey the way that he was feeling in that moment, anyway--all of his courage went into those five, monotonous words. Now, it was the waiting game. Blindly, Jimin began walking back toward the apartment building he had abandoned.
