TARGET || HEEJAKE

The sun was at the verge of setting completely when the final class got dismissed and Jake sprung out happily, with Heeseung tagging behind him. His pace was almost too fast for just walking with, practically it looked as if he planned on sprinting to his dorm; Heeseung found this quite amusing.

His pace returned to a normal walk when he reached the hostel building where he waited for Heeseung to catch up. After a few more minutes, both of them were climbing the stairs quietly. When Heeseung opened the door, Jake rushed to throw his bag on the bed, precisely, on his roommate's bed. Heeseung laughed and placed it down, near his table, without losing sight of Jake.

Jake opened the glass door to the balcony, smiling faintly when some cold air hit his face. He stood there because the air felt nice against a few sweat droplets soaked on his collar; Heeseung stood still at the table, staring at Jake effortlessly. Jake looked better when he had his eyes closed, trying to enjoy something, like the breeze now.

Jake's concentration broke abruptly when a shiny, small drop landed on his cheek; he opened his eyes to a soft drizzle. He noted how the rain interrupted the water falling from the fountain, as if trying to fight with the flat, thicker stream of water with their tiny bodies; he smiled. He didn't realize until the few drops had stopped wetting his skin, that Heeseung had slid the door close.

"The room will get wet." He reasoned.

Jake sulked internally; defeated, he sat on his bed staring out of the glass door which was now partly covered in raindrops which were wetting his face not so long ago. Rain is so useful, he thought, washing away blood from a kill which otherwise looked so disgusting; in other words, he liked fantasizing a kill under a downpour, nice and heavy. He liked fantasizing kills, how he would be looking while sticking a needle in someone's throat or slashing someone's waist. He wasn't crazy for doing that; but then, he still hadn't imagined killing Heeseung in style, he hadn't imagined killing Heeseung at all.

Nonetheless, he counted another ten droplets that slid down the glass door again, racing and competing just to pool into the rim of the door along with the ones it raced against. He thought, would he unify with all his kills in hell too; he never knew who deserved to be there and who didn't.

His eyes felt heavy from the deep sleep he had woken up from; 'nap' was too weak to define it and 'surprised' wasn't fit to define Jake. He was shocked. He had let his guard down for, he glanced at his watch, two whole hours.

He was hesitant to check his call log, because if he missed a single message from his director, he was done. Then, he noticed Heeseung in his chair, slumped over a book with a warm table lamp lit above it. He could prepare himself for the shock coming his way, but he thought asking Heeseung would be a better idea, whether it made sense or not.

He crept up behind Heeseung, like a cat. He noticed the book he had opened on his table; it was the same one he borrowed. He tapped his shoulders slowly, yet Heeseung jumped and looked at him wide-eyed before sighing and returning to a smile.

"Did anyone call me while I was asleep?"

Heeseung held his chin in thought. When he opened his mouth, Jake expected the worst. "No." It was Jake's lucky day.

Jake muttered a 'thanks' and made his way to the balcony door. It had stopped raining; Jake unlocked and slid the door open, and he smiled when the same cool breeze hit his face. Unlike a few hours ago, the sun had set making it darker; the campus was lit by the little, strong lights it had which made the fountain water seem like diamonds.

The next thing that caught his attention was the bag lying on the floor of the balcony; realization hit him like lightning. He had left his weapons in plain sight. Anyone could've found out the insides and mess with them; in fact, someone did mess with the bag, because the last time Jake handled it, he placed it on a chair. Unlike then, it laid in a far corner of the floor, soaked in rain.