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Jinyoung threw himself down onto the couch with a heavy sigh before glancing around the large apartment. The furniture was nice and clean and it reminded him of the same set up a department store would have. The idea of him moving in with his brother had been both his father’s idea and the suggestion of his therapist. She had suggested it would be therapeutic for him. He had almost rolled his eyes at her but had gone along with the suggestion figuring if there was anyone he would rather be around, it would be his brother.
But he hadn’t taken into account his brother’s long hours at the hospital nor the silence that would come with the large apartment. It wasn’t as big as the home he had grown up in but it was definitely lonelier. He couldn’t remember when he started to take to wandering around at night rather than sleeping. Well Jinyoung can’t ever really remember sleeping well, but now that he didn’t have a day time job or any commitments persay. Well his sleep schedule had become irregular. Coffee shop, bar, nightclub, gaming center, karaoke, well you name it and he’s done it. It didn’t bother him that it was usually alone, it got him out of this sterile apartment and into the real world. At first it had been a bit awkward and sort of a new learning experience. In the past he hadn’t really been allowed to go out and do things just for fun. The majority of his time was dedicated to practicing and playing the piano. Sleeping was a timed schedule and he was expected to have lights out and quiet at a certain time. So being out all hours of the night and without anyone questioning him, well it threw Jinyoung for a loop at first.
But either way nowadays the idea of being home isn’t something he’s used to, well not unless he’s writing for another one of his books. Most wouldn’t peg him as a children’s writer but writing has been another suggestion of his therapist, and it was something he had flourished at. It soothed him and helped him to expand his world a little, as well as to take his frustrations out through words. Tonight had been one of those nights he had dedicated to writing. He had started a few hours ago but now he had run out of steam and his stomach was growling loudly. It was nearing midnight but he knew a few vendors in the night markets would be open still and he was craving street food. Pushing himself off the couch, Jinyoung pulled on a plain black hoody and a snapback. He grabbed his wallet and keys before shoving his feet into a pair of shoes.
Locking the door behind him, he headed down the long brightly lit hallway before getting into the elevator. The entire building was silent and almost seemed empty but Jinyoung knew better. There were 50 floors of residents here, he would be lucky it was empty. He leaned against the cold elevator wall and listened to it ping for every floor while checking his phone for any messages. He had a text from his older brother telling him he wouldn’t be home again tonight, something about pulling another double at the hospital. Jinyoung just switched his screen onto lock before shoving it into his pocket knowing even if he did text his brother back, he wouldn’t get the chance to look at it until sometime tomorrow.
Exiting the elevator at the first floor lobby, Jinyoung nodded his hello to the woman stationed at the front desk before exiting through the large glass doors. From there he crossed the street and flagged a taxi, asking to be taken to the nearest night market. It was a quick ride and Jinyoung was silent the entire ride over there. He quickly paid the driver before exiting the taxi and starting his trek around the street. He glanced at the different shops and tables all the while following his nose and grumbling stomach.
Jinyoung threw himself down onto the couch with a heavy sigh before glancing around the large apartment. The furniture was nice and clean and it reminded him of the same set up a department store would have. The idea of him moving in with his brother had been both his father’s idea and the suggestion of his therapist. She had suggested it would be therapeutic for him. He had almost rolled his eyes at her but had gone along with the suggestion figuring if there was anyone he would rather be around, it would be his brother.
But he hadn’t taken into account his brother’s long hours at the hospital nor the silence that would come with the large apartment. It wasn’t as big as the home he had grown up in but it was definitely lonelier. He couldn’t remember when he started to take to wandering around at night rather than sleeping. Well Jinyoung can’t ever really remember sleeping well, but now that he didn’t have a day time job or any commitments persay. Well his sleep schedule had become irregular. Coffee shop, bar, nightclub, gaming center, karaoke, well you name it and he’s done it. It didn’t bother him that it was usually alone, it got him out of this sterile apartment and into the real world. At first it had been a bit awkward and sort of a new learning experience. In the past he hadn’t really been allowed to go out and do things just for fun. The majority of his time was dedicated to practicing and playing the piano. Sleeping was a timed schedule and he was expected to have lights out and quiet at a certain time. So being out all hours of the night and without anyone questioning him, well it threw Jinyoung for a loop at first.
But either way nowadays the idea of being home isn’t something he’s used to, well not unless he’s writing for another one of his books. Most wouldn’t peg him as a children’s writer but writing has been another suggestion of his therapist, and it was something he had flourished at. It soothed him and helped him to expand his world a little, as well as to take his frustrations out through words. Tonight had been one of those nights he had dedicated to writing. He had started a few hours ago but now he had run out of steam and his stomach was growling loudly. It was nearing midnight but he knew a few vendors in the night markets would be open still and he was craving street food. Pushing himself off the couch, Jinyoung pulled on a plain black hoody and a snapback. He grabbed his wallet and keys before shoving his feet into a pair of shoes.
Locking the door behind him, he headed down the long brightly lit hallway before getting into the elevator. The entire building was silent and almost seemed empty but Jinyoung knew better. There were 50 floors of residents here, he would be lucky it was empty. He leaned against the cold elevator wall and listened to it ping for every floor while checking his phone for any messages. He had a text from his older brother telling him he wouldn’t be home again tonight, something about pulling another double at the hospital. Jinyoung just switched his screen onto lock before shoving it into his pocket knowing even if he did text his brother back, he wouldn’t get the chance to look at it until sometime tomorrow.
Exiting the elevator at the first floor lobby, Jinyoung nodded his hello to the woman stationed at the front desk before exiting through the large glass doors. From there he crossed the street and flagged a taxi, asking to be taken to the nearest night market. It was a quick ride and Jinyoung was silent the entire ride over there. He quickly paid the driver before exiting the taxi and starting his trek around the street. He glanced at the different shops and tables all the while following his nose and grumbling stomach.