He manages to fall asleep at some point during the afternoon, after rejecting the food his mum brought him. Even though he was really hungry, if he ate too much it she'd notice it. Luckily, he thinks he's managed to act the same way he has been for last few days, like he's been hypnotised.

But now he's starving. He thinks he's lost a bit of weight, but he's not sure. Perhaps his ribs are more prominent that before, he’ll ask Kyungsoo what he thinks.

He's sort of half-awake around half midnight, when he hears another knock on the window and promptly springs to life, flinging the curtain aside and almost throwing the sash window upwards so Kyungsoo can get in.

He falls inside much the same way he did last night, and then gets up and pounces on Jongin like he hasn't seen him in days. Maybe he's just making up for lost time, and it's not like Jongin minds the extra affection anyway.

“Are you ready?” Kyungsoo whispers, holding his shoulders and looking carefully into his eyes, like something might've happened to him overnight.

“Mhm,” Jongin murmurs into his neck, breathing in his scent and feeling his anxiety starting to melt away.

“Jongin, you smell really- Urgh, how much soap did you use?” he exclaims, coughing slightly,

“Um, I'm sorry? I thought I stank yesterday, so I guess I used a lot,”

“Ah. I prefer your, um, natural smell. And I'm part wolf, so being sweaty isn't that big of a deal for me,” he says, with an embarrassed laugh.

“Oh,” Jongin squints at him. That's a little weird, but not illogical, if you think about it, “so you don't want me to shower?” he asks, mock innocently and Kyungsoo raises one eyebrow at him,

“Is that what I said? No, I want you to shower you disgusting ,”

“But you just said-” Kyungsoo interrupts him;

“I said I like your smell, not that cosmetic-y stuff from the shower. It hurts my nose if you use too much,”

“Sorry,” Jongin grimaces, and wonders why he didn't know this already,

“Anyway, where's your stuff?” Kyungsoo pulls away from him to look around his room, and Jongin already misses him.

“It's in here,” he says, opening the cupboard and pulling out his school bag.

“Is that all you've got?” he sounds shocked. Jongin nods, uncertainly, “you packed well then,” he comments.

“Yep,” he leans down slightly, because Kyungsoo is short, but not that much shorter than him-just about half a head-to kiss him, because he hasn't done that nearly enough lately. Kyungsoo tastes of toothpaste, and returns the kiss just as eagerly, twining Jongin's hair around his fingers and pulling him roughly closer, so he can push his tongue inside his mouth. Jongin sighs contentedly, but Kyungsoo stops them before they get too into it,

“You do want to get out, right?” he smirks, and Jongin shrugs because that kind of attitude does things to his insides and kisses him again,

“Maybe I just want to get off,” Jongin says, sounding as suave as a used car dealer, causing Kyungsoo to snort unattractively, and the pair descend into subdues chortles, effectively ruining any mood of seduction they might've had,

”I can't believe you just said that, oh my god,” Jongin tries to keep the laughter down to a minimum level of volume, so he doesn't wake up his mum across the landing. When they're both breathing normally again Jongin asks,

“So how are we going to do this?” he's been thinking about this almost all day. He's not good at climbing. He can run, but climbing required upper body strength, which sadly he doesn't have much of. So climbing down isn't going to be an option.

They could try sneaking out the normal way, but the sound of the front door opening and closing might wake her up. She’s a very light sleeper, and even the sound of them laughing just then could have woken her up.

“I was thinking; if I climbed out first, you could chuck me your bag, and then you jump-”

“Nope. Not jumping,” Jongin cuts him off quickly, refusing outright,

“I'll catch you, I promise,” Kyungsoo tries to reassure him,

“No,”

“Don't you trust me?” Kyungsoo looks like child who's had something taken from him. He probably has, from his perspective; the chance to act like a macho, scary man-wolf. Jongin doesn't care,

“Not to catch me, I don't. Do you even know how heavy I am? Just 'cos you have super werewolf strength doesn't mean you'll be able to...what's that face for?” Jongin trails off after seeing Kyungsoo’s devious little smirk. One of the ones he used to be afraid of.

“Come here,” he says simply, waving his hand in a 'come here' motion. Jongin doesn't move, but continues to look at him like he's lost his marbles. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, and with a heavy, put-upon sigh, he inches closer and wedges one hand underneath Jongin's legs, and wraps the other round his back.

“Uh- no. What do you think-? Put me do-hey!” Jongin cries, flailing and feeling like an oversized child in Kyungsoo's embrace. So embarrassing. Since he's the bigger one, shouldn't he be the one picking Kyungsoo up? He doubt's he could even lift him for a short time.

“Shh,” Kyungsoo scolds,

“Put me down, then,” he counters, scowling and trying to escape. Kyungsoo just adjusts his grip and smirks at him,

“I swear, it's like you're trying to look cute,” he sniggers,

“Screw you, put me down,” Jongin spits, unable to hold onto Kyungsoo's shoulders properly with his bad hand. His good fingers are still stiff with the swollen red scar-tissue,

“Nah,” Kyungsoo concludes, after pretending to contemplate for a while.

Jongin concedes, “please put me down,”

“Jump,” Kyungsoo lays down his ultimatum,

“Screw you,”

“Maybe. After you jump,” Jongin scoffs and presses his face into Kyungsoo's shoulder in defeat. He really doesn't want to jump, but that sounds more appealing than is really appropriate right now.

He's not- ok he's a bit scared. A lot scared.

“Look, I'm not even tired; I'll catch you easily, promise,” Kyungsoo murmurs right next to his ear. Jongin shivers.

“Fine,” Jongin doesn't even say it really, just moves his lips around the word but Kyungsoo understands him anyway, and puts him down silently.

He climbs out of the window a little ungracefully, as fits his character, feet first. When he's all the way out, he leans back in and says, “love you,” before performing a dangerous backwards leap that would almost certainly kill Jongin if he ever tried to do it.

“Throw me the stuff down,” he says, hands cupped around his mouth to focus the sound in Jongin's direction. Jongin does, maybe a little more virulently than absolutely necessary, “that was my face,” the recipient of his attack complains,

“Good,” he mutters vituperously, knowing full well he can hear him, then starts on the daunting task of climbing outside himself.

He crawls out slowly, terrified of falling and injuring himself more than he already is- a coma sounds like a really bad idea. With his feet perching tremulously on the ledge below him, he closes the curtain, pushes the sash window down, and mentally bids farewell to his bedroom.

Then he freezes up.

He can't jump, he can't do it.

“Jongin. I'm right here, I'll catch you. I'm here. You can do it,” Jongin touches his forehead to the glass in front of him, once, twice and a third time extra hard.

It's windy out here, and a lot colder than in his room, obviously. He's glad he remembered to pack his numerous hoodys close to the top of his bag.

“Are you in the right place?” he asks, his heartbeat thundering nearly as fast as that day by the forest. Actually this isn't as scary, really. He risks one glance over his shoulder, and swears quietly.

“Yes, I'm here,” Kyungsoo affirms, “Jongin. On the count of three, just fall back, ok?” Jongin nods jerkily. He's probably sweating away all of the soap smell right now, he feels a little damp. But that's the least of his worries,

“One,” Jongin bites his lip, “Two,” he closes his eyes tight “Three,” he lets go of the window frame and lets himself fall, not looking at anything. It feels like diving into a pool, but darker. And without the water to ensure his safety. Also a lot scarier.

He knows he could only have been falling for a second at most, but he could swear it felt more like an hour. When Kyungsoo catches him, it's still feels like he's hit the floor, and judging by the soft 'oof', Kyungsoo wasn't having an easy time of it either.

He releases one shaky breath.

He's pretty sure he'll have two arm shaped bruises in the morning. His eyes are still closed when Kyungsoo lays him on the wet grass. He hadn't even noticed that it’d been raining. He whines at the extra wetness seeping into his clothing, and when he opens his eyes, it doesn't make that much of a difference because it's so dark out.

“You ok?” Kyungsoo frowns, poking Jongin's cheek sceptically. Jongin glares at him, and nods. Still unable to believe his boyfriend made him do that.

“You ,” he complains, sitting up slowly. It feels like he's just done a lot of running, but slightly different, like he's exerted the effort without moving. Kyungsoo waggles his eyebrows at him, and Jongin gapes, making Kyungsoo all embarrassed. What’s wrong with him today? He’s never usually so full of innuendos,

“Yeah, c'mon,”

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