"it’s okay now" jongin whispers, he shuts the door to exo’s practice room swiftly and closes the curtains. "you’re safe now." jongin looks both ways before taking a box of chicken out of his bag, hands caressing the tender meat. suddenly a shiver runs down his spine, he’s not alone. there was someone else nearby, right by the door. jongin was wrong, it’s not okay. he couldn’t get away fast enough. onew was here.