( / byungjoo knows that he’s back in school again because there’s the same blue background with white coloured boxes; this is a blog and this is a website but this is also where the magic takes place.  because high arches start to form in visions before his eyes; his feet are moving fast across ground that only just begins to take shape beneath them and he knows that he should be angry because this is what’s been plotted and this is the way it’s been written and this is just simply what he should do —.  but it’s hard for byungjoo to think of an angry face, it’s hard for him to think of anything at all except for 

hansol

and ravi but that’s another matter entirely, because that’s another thread that he has to think of later and well, that’s another headache and another thing in his heart that makes it feel dark and heavy.  because no, he came back way too late and he couldn’t help but really this is quite early he wasn’t supposed to be back yet but they need him, he needs them; he can’t let hansol sit with a bullet in his shoulder. )

( / and he opens his mouth — ) … ( / and says something he was told to say in his head, because that’s the way ash wants it; and he wonders if he really has any free will in this at all, but that’s okay because this is hansol and that’s the most important thing.  he can’t think about the other things that plague him daily. ) hansol, you idiot.  ( / and he realizes that this is the first time he’s used that language and suddenly instead of blinding bright hallways he’s in a room with lots of beds and nurses scurrying and he’s never been in this room even though he was supposed to once, but that was before he left and — ) .. ( / he sighs, pulls aside a curtain because he knows this is where hansol is and byungjoo’s eyes are dark with something that he can’t really explain when he says, )