i set myself on fire to keep you warm//
@vkjinah
the rooming deal wasn’t too bad (which is something sehun has been chanting like a mantra to himself since he got the key and was paired off with she who must not be named, they one and only im jinah).
and it’s not very funny, not funny at all.
they start off drowning each other in the deep, dark, waters of a radioactive pool of hell left back in sunny peak. then he’s having his (infection’s) way with her up against the walls of an abandoned hospital. -- this all must be a sick fucking joke he tells himself. sehun and jinah, they work well when they don’t have to work together.
and yet, here he is, after the rather stressful and frivolous shopping rendezvous, chest tight with an awkward lump congesting his breathing. after the two of them kindly rekindled at the soulless echoes of the warehouse the ‘good’ terms they’ve been on (well, as good as the two of them get). his muscles weak from the rain and his bones aching from the rain, his fire almost put out.
he’s left timid, and unprepared for what is to come with opening the door to his new room.
“jinah, i’ve-i’ve arrived.” is the first thing he says when he (finally) has the guts to shove the key in and unlock what may be a hidden angry jinah, ticking away ready to burst at the very sight of sehun. “h-how’re you f-from today?” he asks, wary of jinah’s possible wrath. (as if he’s not consciously guilty enough after everythign he’s said, done, thought of her..)
to think that they’d be flipping into a new chapter of this rancid toxicity they feed off each other. guess not.