i'm tired of this place

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He wasn't really sure if it was normal to feel like the walls were creeping up on him. He felt suffocated and soon he felt like all air was drained from his lungs. He sat on his bed with his arms tightly wrapped around his legs, pressing them against his chest. He leaned his head against his knees, waiting for time to just stop. He hoped as soon as time would stop the walls would also stop coming any nearer. His only hope was now that the frame of the bed would be strong enough to withstand the walls. He didn't want to be crushed by those walls, the walls that slowly caused him to go crazy, the walls that made him feel so cold since no warmth was left in his apartment.

He couldn't even remember if there had ever been any warmth in his apartment, however certainly there never was in his bedroom or else the walls wouldn't be so keen on connecting to each other some more. Obviously, they were graving for some warmth too, he wasn't alone.

To tell the truth, there had been warmth, once, during a time that wasn't so far in the past. However, to Hoseok it felt like it had been ages. In the beginning, he hadn't even realized that the warmth was slowly fading, only after time passed by he hadn't been able to ignore the cold taking over any longer. It had all started when Hoseok broke up with Namjoon, thinking it was the best thing for them to do. He had been so, so sure, sure giving Namjoon back his freedom would be the best