parts 2 and 3 will be uploaded quickly~

Jongin woke up the next day to an empty room and unattractive creases on his face. There was no sign of Zitao and Sehun, and Jongin assumed that they had gone somewhere else to continue their disgusting shows of affection. He yawned and stretched loudly, a bit disappointed that he had been left alone. But as he slowly got up, a yellow sticky note on the coffee table caught his attention.

Gone to get some groceries for breakfast. Back soon

-Soo

Jongin smiled at Kyungsoo's signature and flopped back onto the sofa. The TV was still playing on mute and he turned it off. Staring up at the ceiling, he decided he was really bored. Like, really ing bored. 

"I should explore," he said to himself.

The sound of his voice reverberated throughout the empty room, coming back to him in a loud, spacey echo. He liked the sound of his voice and he remembered how he used to want people to call him a "psychopathic serial killer." But that was before he realized he could get that adrenaline rush and dopamine release in other ways. He had really come a long way in a short period of time. There was just something, something, about Kyungsoo that took over all of Jongin's thoughts. A giggle bubbled through him, giddy and content.

But he was still bored.

So he stood up, stretched again, and wandered from the living room to the bedroom, taking his time and trailing his hand on the wall to feel the bumpiness as he walked. The texture was grainy and gave life to the bland wall. Entering the bedroom, he was reminded of all the times they had cuddled on the bed and a smile unconsciously formed.

He threw himself onto the bed and his tired body wished it didn't spend the night on a couch, despite being cushioned by Kyungsoo's squishiness. Turning towards the desk, his eyes caught the stack of books again. Rolling over to reach them, he flipped through the pages idly and revealed the small manila folder he had seen before.

He pulled it closer to him and his hand hovered over the opening. He wanted to see if it contained a diary or cute notes about himself, but he hesitated. Feeling like he was intruding or being watched, he glanced all around. "What the , Kim Jongin?" he muttered to himself. "What are you scared of? It's not like you're committing murder or something."

Kind of comforted by his voice, he opened the folder and looked at the contents, eyebrows raising in surprise and confusion. It was definitely about him and it was weird.