jia-z:

-the abrupt knock at the door, startled the woman, nonetheless but she recognized the gentle voice…well in the midst of the very loud, scratchiness of it, she recognized it- Is that..Jaejin? -she mumbles, lifting herself from the couch and taking airy steps toward the door; much for her own reassurance, she checked through the peephole just before tugging it open- What is the nonsense about you throw—…forget it. Just come in and go the the bathroom, it’s down the hall, the second door on your right, go go go! -she spoke almost failing to take a breath in between it all, clearly it was uttered in a hurried manner but she ushered the boy in immediately sending pointing out the directions-

He scurried past her in his nauseated rush, throwing up a hand along with one, “Stay right there, okay??” He didn’t in fact need to throw up so much as collapse onto the floor and curl into the fetal position while letting the nasty-sick feeling ebb.

He’d been rummaging through the remains of whatever food-stuffs he had left over from earlier, and the longer his voyage became, the further he would reach into his fridge. Which is to say, he reached very far, and maybe his shoulder still hurts a little bit. But what he’d found had been a (questionable) slice of XXX– (he couldn’t really explain). He couldn’t quite remember when it had been that he’d bought it, but it looked fine, or at least it did when he was too hungry to care.

And that’s how he’d ended up here, after he’d embarked on his latest adventure; (which could decisively be called walking) it had gone wrong after less than half an hour, in which his stomach got a queasy-flipflop feel. He couldn’t make it to the bathroom, and so he would slipslide just as he’d reached it, voicing his pain:

“It hurts, I’m going to just lie here and rot. Cover me with rose petals, I don’t think I’m going to make it–”