TARGET || HEEJAKE

Heeseung was indeed worried sick about Heedo, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about Jake the entire ride too. In fact, he tried not to think about how he didn't hug him back, how he glared at him when he left, as if he'd wanted him to die. He tried to focus on his father and his brother, who he was going to meet after god knows how long; only if he could stop his gut from churning at the thought of the weird dismissal he'd gotten.

Frustration pushed his lids down and he let his head roll on the leather underneath it. Even his thoughts spoke louder than the music in his ears; he peeled the earphones off and shoved them in his pocket. The chauffeur didn't speak a word, nor once glanced once at him. Heeseung didn't blame him for not giving a damn about him being dead or alive.

He scrolled through his contacts trying to find Heedo's, but when he saw he had Jake's one he stopped. He hovered his thumb over it, wanting to call him and talk to him about his not-so-normal behaviour when he left; at this point he'd talk to Jake about anything, honestly, given how bored he was. He pressed the name and put his phone to his ear, and waited. Waited, quite a lot. This was the first time he had used Jake's contact, and it made his heart flutter. But the call didn't connect. He tried again. Jake didn't pick up. He sighed and slid his phone beside him.

Staring out of the window, he realized he'd forgotten the way was through a forest; it had gotten pretty dense since the last time he ever traveled down this way. Ironically, the abandoned park he'd taken Jake to once was somewhere near too. Where he'd done something funny with Heeseung. He tried to stop the shivers he got just from thinking about it.

After an hour of staring out through his window and not being able to shut his eyes, the car pulled through the driveway and stopped right in front of the door he'd forgotten once existed, it was just a bit more decorated. His driver didn't wait a second after he stepped out and approached the entrance. He felt his shoulders trembling as he lifted his hand to ring the bell. He did and there wasn't a response for a good number of seconds that he pushed the door he found to be open and entered the yellow-lit hall.

There he saw his father seated with his very healthy brother, Heedo, both smiling at his arrival. Not in the way his mother used to when he ran into her arms when he returned from school. And he noticed the third figure in the room, dressed in a very red dress, one that had a dipping neckline which he recoiled at. Heeseung deduced that the female, who didn't quite look her age, would probably be his very undead aunt.

Jake would have stopped this if he could have, apparently. He thought, as he laid flat on Heeseung's bed, the room lit brightly. He thought about Heeseung and how little time he'd spent with him. It had neared a month of his stay here (three weeks actually) and he had warmed up to his roommate. He had learned to read his habits and signals and his smiles, even. He had started to learn about Heeseung in a way more intimate than he might have imagined before coming here. And it had been his first time thinking about someone to sleep and thinking about them first thing in the morning. His first time being a mirror to someone's feelings, happy or sad.

Since Heeseung wasn't here, he didn't have a reason to go to classes. He didn't even have a reason to get out of his room. He wasn't really planning on opening the damn door either until a knock sounded. Even after all of his attempts at ignoring, he had to answer when Jungwon called him from the other side.

The little one was beaming. He was always so cheerful and Jake wondered how contagious it actually was. He'd seen Heeseung laughing all the time near Jungwon but never near him; he was rather stiff when with Jake. He couldn't really explain what came over him when he thought of that. The only thing he was sure about was that it bothered him, irritated him even. Made him uncomfortable.