ㅤㅤapt : miro's

@han miro. To say Jiyong felt like crap would be an understatement. Not only was his socks completely soaked through due to the puddle he walked into, which made him then walk into a random streetlight— but all he had was whatever fit into his guitar case, including his guitar, and clothes on his back.

The lease on his apartment was supposed to end next month, but Jiyong had only one more rent payment saved up and that had already been spent the month prior, so his landlord kicked him to the curb and now, Jiyong was left scrambling what was left of his life. The puddle and streetlight were only the icing on the cake of his silly little life. Even the donut shop he worked at part-time couldn’t take his bad energy, firing him the week before because he was “seriously bringing the mood down”, as he was told by his manager who was 5 years younger than him.

Ye, there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Jiyong had to check the location sharing a few times before he made sure this was the building, neither of his or Miro’s directional senses all that good. But it says Miro is in this building, so Jiyong presses on the button to be let into the building.

“Miro, I’m here.” Is all Jiyong said, all wit and longtime friendship charm leaving him like a ghost.

The door unlocked with a quiet /click/ that Jiyong would have messed if not for how on edge he was, and he walks into the building with a huff.

Miro’s apartment was before him, more like a warm hug than the stale metal door it was, but Jiyong was absolutely NOT going to cry in this random hallway of this random apartment building. Especially not when Miro was barely 5 feet away and Jiyong would much rather cry in there. But maybe later.

Yet, when the door opened and he saw his best friend’s face, Jiyong couldn’t help the way his eyes suddenly welled up, glittering in the fluorescent lighting of the hallway. “Hi.” Was all Jiyong could muster.