𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐦; 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐱

32‣ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙

The disposition of furniture in Hyunjin's room is vastly different than all the other rooms in this mansion and quite peculiar. The bed is bigger than a king-sized bed, taking up a big chunk of the room yet there is still so much space left, it is oddly placed in the very corner, right next to the wall, leaving only an L-shaped exit to hop off or hop in on the bed. Next to the wall it is placed is a large window that gives a view of the distance surrounding Hyunjin's mansion, its windowpane is made of darkened oak wood, smoothened to lessen the intimidation

Felix would have been mesmerized, intrigued, and likely fascinated by the silly presentation of such a lovely room but right now he is better fixated on finishing this darned juice. The tangy aftertaste of the boring orange juice feels a little too harsh on his tongue right now, he would have preferred something softer like mango or pineapple juice, but the thought doesn't cross his mind, he doesn't think of the fact that he perhaps would have enjoyed something less acidic because he is solely focused on the answers he is about to receive once this clear glass is no longer orange.

Hyunjin knew he had to say the truth, knew there was no better in hiding and playing games of dishonesty. He had a thousand tales he could have picked to feed Felix his perfectly woven lies but he chose not to, if he had gotten Felix involved in his atrocity, the least he could do is let go of him with honor. Hyunjin doesn't want to dwell on the possibility of what would be once the veil has been lifted, instead, he struck a deal with Felix

not to buy time, but to make sure Felix had woken up well enough from his medicated sleep to take in whatever Hyunjin had to offer. Quiet consumption of an invigorating beverage in return for a life-changing revelation. That was the deal Hyunjin had initiated, though of course, he undermined the situation with a simple play of words; "I'll tell you everything, but first at least let yourself awaken properly-have something, we'll talk then" Hyunjin's tone had been soft then, and Felix would have thought of himself a monster if he declined

no questions were raised about the obvious blood on Hyunjin, the more Felix drank this acidulcis liquid, the more awake he felt, the more the drowsiness vanished, the more aware he became of the scarlet potion of life. Feeling queasy and unable to look at said potion any longer, Felix diverted his gaze to the vast window, allowing himself to relax and chanting in his mind that all of his questions would be answered if he kept his end of the bargain, reminded himself he didn't need to ponder too deeply about whatever dirtied Hyunjin

he trusted Hyunjin after all, never mind a stranger he best be.

This isn't a daily life situation one would find themselves in, this wasn't even a situation someone would play out in their head before going to sleep as a harmless scenario, this was pure fiction come true and Hyunjin is surprised how calmly Felix was handling it. He had woken up with barely any memories of the past day and a half, with pain everywhere, in a strange place he didn't recognize, and to answer his questions came a man he had been sleeping with for the past two months

it wasn't ordinary, and Hyunjin doesn't know why Felix hadn't flipped out yet. Not that he wanted that to happen but for nonapparent reasons, something inside of his mind tells him if Felix flips out now then his reaction to what is to come will be lesser, or maybe Hyunjin is just playing mind tricks on his own nerves to help himself be at ease.

Inevitably so, the juice finishes and the clock strikes the moment Hyunjin will begin to lose it all. He doesn't acknowledge just how much this was affecting him, why he was even so bothered by revealing himself to Felix, why he was committing the act at all. This wasn't anything two gunshots wouldn't have fixed, yet here Hyunjin was, struggling entirely more than he should. Two months don't matter, especially not when you live the life of Hwang Hyunjin, a mere boy who's pretty enough to bring you to your knees and loveable enough to push you into a life crisis is not a serious situation at all