#alxttlepain

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👻 tell a fear they have

Of being alone forever. Of having absolutely everyone leave him- family friends lovers

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I, like millions of people, suffer from depression. (this is the saddest mun note - I promise.)

Once upon a time, I ended up on German TV in the background of a music documentary.

I can’t watch the movie Cloverfield without getting sick.

I have an irrational fear of slugs.

I have panera bread on the way to me right now...

I love chicken noodle soup

I have an older sister, a younger brother and a younger sister.

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I have a brother who is only 11 months younger than me.

My brother and I barely talk.

I speak Hungarian, English and some of Korean, and I can also understand basic German.

My dream job is to become a photographer.

I’m on the asexual spectrum (somewhere, still confused as ever lol)

I love any berries (strawberry, blueberry, etc) but I seem to be allergic to them, though I eat them anyway, oops.

I basically live on coffee.

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It was the dripping of water that roused Jongin from his sleep. His head was pounding and when he opens his eyes he struggles to make out anything for a moment. Everything is too hazy and soft and it takes Jongin another minute to realize he has been drugged. The sickening feeling of unwanted chemicals running through your veins is something he’d never forget and he quickly tries to force himself fully awake.

The floor he is laying on is cold, smooth concrete and he struggles to sit up because his hands and legs are tied and the ankle and wrist. He looks around, squinting in the dark. In the center of the room there’s a rickety table with two rusted metal chairs bolted to the floor opposite each other clustered around it. There’s something on the table but he can’t make out what it is. There’s a window with bars on the opposite side of the room and a small toilet-water fountain combo sits to the right of it. A door with no door knob, a large mail slot, and a reinforced window sit opposite the door. He casts another glance around, panic rising as he realizes that he has no idea where he is. A lump of brightly colored rags is in a pile beside him and that is all that is left in the room.

Taking deep breaths, he manages to stave off the impending nausea and anxiety threatening to break forth. He looks down at himself. He wearing the clothes he had the night before and he wasn't in any intimate pain, meaning he was untouched except for the injection spot in the crook of his arm and the lump on his head. Working his wrists back and forth he figured out that he was tied with good old fashioned rope and not zip ties. That made things difficult because Jongin saw a video online about how to break out of zip ties, and the only other times he was tied up was for fun.

He decides to relax his wrists and work on the rope that way when the lump of rags moves and he shrieks, trying to shuffle away and not making it very far. “Fuck what the fuck!?” he exclaims and manages to get his feet under him and kick and drag himself a few feet away from the lump. It was only after the lump started moaning (in what appeared to be pain) that Jongin realized that it was another person. He quickly reshuffled himself to the others side and tried to get as close as possible, hoping the warmth of his body in the cold room would bring the other comfort. He found himself talking to the lump as it gained consciousness, things like “you’re safe for now” and “I’m not here to hurt you”. He could only hope the other didn't need medical attention because there was nothing Jongin could do in this place.