╰《 ❛ closed starter for @antibcdy !
a door opens & his heart stops. clothes are scattered across the other’s floor, jerked out of his carry-on while he was looking for something, anything that could make him feel better give him the strength required to get through this day. when it’s over, he’ll go home & fall apart, with no witnesses around. but for now, he bears his father’s voice replaying on a loop in his mind. i’m sorry changsun, his voice cautious, we found out this morning that she passed away last year. end call. last year ? the realization sinks in he’d been angry at his dead mother for a year. & now, that he has made up his stupid mind, it’s too late. deep breath. he has to get through this day. ( he does not realize, however, he had to get through the next too. & the rest of his life. ) he had a bump an hour ago, when he received the phone call ; but, he needs more. he isn’t able to face the comedown, the heart-breaking sadness that is sure to come. that’s what cain is frantically searching for as jaeson steps into his room. he lifts his head. blood-shot eyes, pupils dilated a tell-tale sign. he’s caught red-handed. ‘ oh morning, derulo. i was looking for underwear ? ’ terrible lie. it comes out as a question, not an explanation of the mess the room was in. hopeful he wouldn’t notice, cain changes the topic. ‘ is it time for breakfast ? ’ it’s 11:45 am.
