day 05 with jaehyung
16:56

the past few days i had with jaehyung weren't rough, he was easily able to comply with my commands to which i'm glad for.

but today might be a hassle for the both of us.

the power is out and the air conditioner isn't functioning. the convenience happened to take place when it's summer and the sun is ruthless, therefore, we are drenched in sweat and all i can hear the little whines jaehyung tries to surpress from the other side of the room.

i never told him to shut up, – though it's kinda getting there – but at least he tries.

however, seeing the state of him is quite pitiful; while i can handle the heat, i doubt he could. adding to that, i just learned that he's got a weak body. he might suffocate and i can't afford to have shit happen to him.

so, i get up from my chair and made my way to jaehyung who laid on the cold wooden floor as he softly whined. "hey, get up." i nudged his arm with my feet, which caused him to sit up quickly.

i kneel down to face him, and his cheeks were red as a tomato due to the humid. "we're going out for some fresh air, so take this off." i tugged at his sweatshirt but he doesn't move. i was confused when my fingers were wet from touching him, i furrow my brows at him before taking his sweatshirt off, and a soft wind of heat blows on my face.

he's drenched in his own sweat and he didn't even bother taking the garment off. "why didn't you tell me? you literally showered in your own sweat now, you idiot." i groaned, taking his dampened shirt off.

he doesn't respond, of course, but he sinks his head low, trying not to meet my eyes. he just purses his lips, fidgeting with his fingers and i stood up to grab some towels and new clothes for him to wear.

on the way to my room, my mind was blank, but as soon as i held the doorknob, realization hit me that i am actually responsible for him.

and it sucks.

i can't deny, it's only been five days since I had Jaehyung on my front door, but during those five days, none of them were boring. he managed to pull my mind away from the things i do.

well, i can't ignore his existence in the first place. the last time i did, he found some weed and almost ate it.

i had to lecture him by smoking it right in front of him, it didn't end well for the both of us, but i was relieved knowing i was conscious enough to not hand him the blunt.

i come back to see him sitting in the same spot where i left him, "i doubt you can wipe your own sweat, come here." i called and he scoots over, i grab the towel to wipe the sweat off.

gazing from his back, he looks really intimidating. his height doesn't help it either. i continue to wipe his sweat off, until he's dry enough to wear the shirt i brought over.

handing him the shirt before i stood up, his face starts to fill with content when he puts it on. "you comfy? good." i smirk.

i watch him brush off the lint on the shirt, and slowly but surely, i started to fall into a stare towards him. his long, blonde hair looks soft and silky. his milky skin is so smooth, that my eyes were just sliding off whenever they trailed down to his hands, where his fingers tinted pink at the tips.

he's pretty.

insanely pretty.

i don't think it's possible for anyone to look this pretty. there's an ethereal being that's seated below me, and as much as i hate to admit it, there's no denying it either. maybe it's because of the people i surrounded myself with, but he is, without a doubt, the prettiest person i have ever seen.

he gets up without having me to tell him to, and he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair. after a few seconds of messing around with it, he lifts his head up with his hair being completely disoriented.

"you look like shit." i scoffed, before taking his hand and guiding him to the shoerack. I'm not sure what his foot size is, but i can only assume by his height.

i grabbed the pink shoes – that sungjin got for me – sitting on the corner of the rack. it's too big for me, and it's hideous, so i don't wear them.

although it looks obnoxious, jaehyung can't be picky in situations like these where i don't have any other shoes to give him. "sit here, i'll put your shoes on." i held his shoulders, pushing him down on the seat. i kneeled down to put him some socks on, along with the shoes.

while i was busy lacing his shoes on, i feel his hand resting on the top of my head. he mumbles something under his breath, but i couldn't decipher it. "huh, what did you say?" i ask, tightening the lace on his shoe.

"f–food.." he mutters.

oh no, is he hungry? "do you wanna eat something before we go?"

he struggled to speak, but he managed to anyway. "no.. no." He says.

my eyes widen in shock, "that's new, do you know how to say yes, then?" i asked, lifting my head up to him to see his nod. the television must've taught him some things that i couldn't teach him myself. "i guess we shouldn't take the television away then." i say, standing up and he sets his feet down on the floor.

he watches me put my coat on, patiently waiting for the next command. "get up, we're leaving." i say, and he follows.

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19:01

we didn't go anywhere special, but i remembered that jaehyung probably has bad eyesight, and i took him to an optometrist where we found out that his eyesight is really bad. so, after the visit at the doctor's, i had to buy him a pair of glasses, of course.

and i picked them myself, seeing that he'd probably choose some ugly ones.

we also ended up buying more things than usual– no, it was just him going on a shopping spree and i just trailed along. he dragged me into a clothing store, picked out the clothes he wanted, and practically begged me to buy them by looking at me with puppy eyes.

and for some reason, i couldn't refuse.

right now, we're seated on a bar stool while he's busy looking around the restaurant as we patiently wait for our food to arrive.

i noticed something; his hands were politely resting on the table. i don't know why, but it's cute.

then, i remembered something. i was curious to what else jaehyung learned from the countless hours of watching the television. it passed my mind earlier because i was too busy being immersed in facial cleansers with him. yeah, we ended up buying those, too.

i poke him to catch his attention, "you should tell me all the words you know." i said, and his head turns towards me.

he doesn't respond, but he looks confused. "you can understand me, right?" i ask, and he seemed to hesitate when he nodded. "okay, so, can you tell me the words you know?" he bites his bottom lip down, obviously struggling with the question.

his head falls down, but enough to meet my eyes. "s..so– sorry."

however, i was taken by surprise with his response. i would expect him to hesitate, unable to respond, but he ended up doing the opposite. and he's been doing it more than usual today.

i can't believe that even the littlest thing makes me excited. just hearing jaehyung talk and being comprehensive was enough to make me contented. "you're doing great." i chuckle.

and for the first time today, his small eyes creases into crescents, and his smile turns into a bright one. his smiles were always pitiful to look at, and this one was just different.

it felt like i was never meant to see it.

this shit is gay as fuck. i thought to myself, before snatching my hand away from his hair. "you know what, maybe i should teach you how to roll a blunt." i change the topic, and his face forms into a curious look. i have no idea why my thought process was to teach him how to roll a blunt, but wherever this is going, at least it's not somewhere i don't want it to.

nevertheless, jaehyung complied anyway. he watches me grab two tissues as i tore the other one into shreds. "watch, okay?" i laid the tissue flat, taking the other torn pieces until it heaps up.

"usually, weed should be lined up, but since we're using tissues, we're gonna have to work with this." i say, and the latter continues watching.

"this is obviously going to fall apart, but you have to work with what you have." i rolled the tissue as tight as i could, "and since this is tissue, it's gonna be hard to seal it.." i lick the tip of my finger and sealed the sides of the tissue, which thankfully, held the entire thing shut.

surprisingly, his attention is still on me, and he doesn't seem uninterested either. he's actually watching me and trying to understand what i'm doing. "here it is," i smirk, handing it over to him and he just stares at it on his palm. "it's a blunt." i said.

his eyes were starting to twinkle, he seems so amazed by what i just did, that he quickly placed the rolled tissue aside and grabbed two pieces of tissues from the side. he starts doing what i taught him earlier, except he packed it up properly and, jesus, was it so perfect. it was his first time and he nailed it.

before he hands it to me, he gazes at it for a bit, and then smiled sheepishly when he proudly held it out for me.

no way, did i just teach him how to roll a blunt? i grinned, "hell yeah, i got a blunt roller now."

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HI its been a while uwu

i didnt proofread this chapter so its obviously rly bad.. AAARRGSHDNXMSK