It’s a feeling, Jongin thinks as he returns to their room and closes the door behind him. It’s a feeling that washes over him, coating him thickly and settling somewhere between his stomach and his throat. It’s heavy and writhing and Jongin can only sink to his feet against the door, biting his fist to keep silent.

I apologize for how emo this is. I was going through some bad feels/headspace and this was born. It's sad. Really sad and has an ambiguous ending. 

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