#as:starter

he groans loudly and slides down the wall, then slides a bit more until he's laid on the cool tile of the hallway floor. he's not sure which floor he's currently on, lost count after running up and down three flights of stairs and his vision became awfully spotty. no, instead he just lays there pitifully; his lungs were on fire and he reasons maybe he should utilize the buildings gym. he hears footsteps approaching, but he's too tired to even move, so he just... speaks. "i'm not religious or anything but if that is a angel coming my way, a fucking cat savior or whatever, this is my SOS. help me. do you want me to beg? i'll even pay you, just end my suffering."

as washers and driers whirred and tumbled within the small jeoseung complex laundry area , sulyeon drummed her fingers upon the empty seat next to her in boredom . it wasn't that her clothes had any smell to them other than her typical scent , but she'd taken to doing laundry anyway out of habit and as a way to fill time . time was something she seemed to have a never - ending surplus of , and she still wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that . her ankles rotating restlessly in rhythm with her tapping now , she suddenly remembered the mobile device in her pocket . it was a genuine marvel , unlike anything she could remember before coming to ansong , but she often fell short of the skill to actually use it efficiently . she knew it was like miniature computer with amazing capabilities , and she'd learned a lot of the basic functions like texting and bring up the camera , but she still sometimes struggled . glancing bashfully over at another person in the area , she makes the reluctant walk towards them . " hey , uhhh ... sorry , do you think you could find a game among all of these apps and open it for me ? literally any of them will do . "

                 “olha o que eu consegui!” ela puxou animada a garrafa de dentro da mochila para expor ao outro; a bebida alcoólica, seus pais não podia nem sonhar que ela havia roubado. ainda assim, lá estava ela com aquele sorriso de quem ama aprontar no rosto. a saia do uniforme mal escondia as pernas roxas e quando ela pulou animada, até mesmo o hematoma mais escuro pode ser visto. ninguém estranharia mesmo, kyungshim não era conhecida por ser um anjo. “vamos!”

♡  ╱  apesar de não ser seu trabalho dos sonhos, encontrar-se empregado em uma biblioteca era o mais próximo que yohan poderia chegar da arte pela qual era apaixonado. poderia dedicar-se à literatura, com a desculpa de que precisava conhecer os livros que iria recomendar aos seus clientes ━ além do mais, o ambiente quieto proporcionava alguma paz ao seu espírito inquieto. a neve caía de forma insistente naquela tarde e, talvez por isso, o número de pessoas vasculhando as estantes inúmeras, repletas de livros, novos e velhos, era menor do que o habitual. surpreendeu-se ao notar uma figura conhecida se aproximar de sua bancada, um sorriso polido em seus lábios avermelhados pelo frio. ━━ encontrou o que procurava? ━━ perguntou, voz doce apesar de seu baixo tom. ━━ caso precise, posso te recomendar ou procurar por mais livros para você. juro que não cobrarei um adicional. ━━ brincou, oferecendo uma piscadela ao antigo colega de turma.