Room on the 3rd Floor

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Spoilers / warnings for this chapter: Cheating, implied sexual content

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Jinyoung climbed the stairs to the third floor with quick steps. The usual fifteen minutes walk to their house felt like forever for the young idol. His thoughts were solely with the young little girl that was home alone right now. He knew that she was very responsible and sometimes quite mature for her age, nevertheless she was still a twelve year old girl. JinYoung was certain that if JaeBeom found out about her being left alone, he wouldn't be happy. A surge of anger rose within JinYoung. The mere thought of what he had seen in the club made him want to punch Chrigu... or at least a wall. How could Chrigu do such a horrible thing to his boyfriend? Especially after everything JaeBeom had been through.

Only a few steps later JinYoung came to a halt in front of their entrance. Nervously he took out his keys from his pockets to open the door. His hands were shaking while putting the key into the lock and turning it around. He took a deep breath before pushing down the handle and entering their corridor. Hastily he walked towards the door for the flat on his right. When he pushed down the handle he noticed that it wasn't locked. This wasn't unusual, though. JaeBeom's door was almost always unlocked. However, now that JinYoung had been rushing back to look after JaeYoon, the unlocked door left a bad taste in his mouth.

The flat in front of him was all dark. No light was burning. Not even the TV was on. JinYoung glanced at his wristwatch. It wasn't even eleven o'clock on a Saturday. There was no way that JaeYoon would go to bed at this hour already if she was unsupervised. JaeYoon was the pure definition of a night owl as well. He couldn't even remember one night the young girl went to bed before twelve o'clock. Once he had even caught her sneaking out of JaeBeom's flat to go to their shared kitchen to continue reading her book while snacking on a new pack of paprika crisps that JaeBeom had bought a few days prior. No, the young girl he knew would not be sleeping already at this hour.

Fear spread in his stomach. Hastily he turned on the light and hurried through the flat towards JaeYoon's room. As usual her door was shut but not locked. His stomach sank even lower when he opened the door and was greeted with darkness.

"JaeYoon? Are you asleep?" he asked, but no one answered. JinYoung listened into the darkness. The slight ticking of an analog alarm clock reached his ears but other than that he heard nothing except the deafening silence. His heartbeat quickened.

"JaeYoon, I'm turning on the light," JinYoung said once again and pushed the light switch next to the door. Instantly light flooded the small room. It revealed all the books of the teenager as well as the poster filled walls. However, when his eyes landed on her bed it was empty.

Panic rose within JinYoung while walking toward it to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. However, when he stood right next to her bed he had to admit to himself that the young girl really wasn't there.

The idol ran back to the living room. Maybe she had been in the bathroom and was now on her way back to her room. However, when he walked into the living room it was still empty. The bathroom itself was empty, too. He called her name multiple times but never received a response. This was not good. Not good at all.

JinYoung was pacing around while desperately thinking of places where JaeYoon could be when he remembered that one time when she had sneaked out of their flat to snack on chips and read in the kitchen. With long steps he left the flat, but even from the corridor he could see that the kitchen was engulfed in darkness. Nevertheless, he stroded there, turned on the lights and looked around. No JaeYoon. He quickly ran back to the flat, but nothing had changed. Restlessly, he paced up and down in JaeBeom's living room. This was not good. This was more than not good. Horrible even.

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