when their eyes meet, jiwon’s gut reaction is the urge to run over for a hug in lieu of proper greetings. he always felt too much to be satisfied with a single ‘hi’ anyway. but that’s not what jiwon does. instead, he just.. stares. music screams in his ears but fails to drown out the ringing, can’t hold a flame to his deafening pulse. some part of him desperately hopes that the longer he stares, the sooner logan will disappear. when that doesn’t work, jiwon curls his fingers protectively around the dime bag, shielding it from view, and feels his muscles ache as they tug his lips into a wry smile. “fuck,” he exhales with a laugh, then nods to his right before ducking into the bathroom. there’s puke in the toilet, so he curls up in the tub and waits.