【 ❝ where are the rainbows? 】 || SELF
Outside the window, a car comes to life, rough and loud, then fades away into the distance. It slips off as it arrived, unnoticed. The room seems to be spinning in slow, lopsided circles and Jongin wonders if he might lout. He leans forward and clutches the desk with one hand. The other still holds the cookies the house maid had offered them earlier. He recalls it had a pretty design on top of it, but now it ‘s been reduced to crumbs in his fist. He wonders if he had chosen the right thing -- if staying in Hogwarts until the year ends instead of leaving for America right then was a wise choice.
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Jongin had always liked staying in Hogwarts during the holiday break. Less people to pretend to smile at because he honestly despised putting up a facade as he greets someone. It just adds to the weight in his chest. He places his suitcase by the entrance before he continues to walk further into the castle. The hallways were a lot colder than he remembered they were last winter. At the intersection where he's supposed to turn for his houses' common room, Jongin goes the other way to head for the astronomy tower. He reckoned it was better to clear his thoughts before meeting his friends again.
The Gryffindor dug around his jeans' pocket before he pulls out a small box of cigarette and a lighter. He hesitated but brought the stick to his lips. The first inhale burned. It had been a long time since he last resorted to smoking. He takes another drag and lets out a puff of smoke through his nose as his eyes focus on some point in the horizon. He was at lost for what he should do. Tell the truth? or hide it until the day itself. both options had their perks and disadvantage. Think, Jongin. Think.