[past] ‘tiny wildfires’
@ncjongin
her hand comes down like a hurricane, smacking him hard enough to land him flat onto the floor. it might as well be a steel baton she's using, for all the force that she strikes him with, and he is honestly surprised as hell, even though he probably shouldn't be. she's been losing herself for a while now and jiyong is paying the price for it.
he isn't sure what it is exactly that's set her off against him, but the hatred in her eyes is as clear as day. when he looks back up at her, she is hovering, strangely at war with something inside herself and it takes everything in him not to snarl or hate her back. because he doesn't. she is sad and he is sad, and they are desperate and desolate together, but he can't bring himself to despise her, even for this. he can feel his cheek already welling up, turning into a bruise that probably won't fade for days.
"get out," she whispers, her weak legs shaking a bit.
he doesn't wait for her to tell him twice. he's out the door and down the hall and flying through the front doors of the apartment complex, ignoring someone telling him to slow the fuck down. he runs as fast as he can, imagines himself a bird, a hawk, soaring higher than the clouds to get the hell out of this city. one day he will. one day he'll leave here and never look back, the way him and hani had always planned together.
he's got to find her somehow, he reminds himself, but first he needs to eat and he needs his lieutenant. he wanders through an open market for a few minutes, picking up tiny things here and there, sliding them into his pockets, before setting off to jongin's house. or at least, he guesses it is jongin's house, since it is the place jongin is staying at these days.
he knows better than to go to the front door, so instead he creeps up to one of the windows, peeking inside to try and catch the other, smaller boy's attention. he waits for jongin to see him and come outside.
