#c:taeyeon

It was 3 o’clock in the morning. Having left the compound at noon after exploring the amenities, he’d only just returned from the streets of Sacramento. He regularly improvised to see what adventures the day could bring, but subconsciously, he was strategically avoiding something until there was nothing left to keep him occupied.

Whistling “City of Stars”, he finally opened the door to his room for the first time, dragging in his carry-on that he had left behind a stack of deck chairs. Once he closed the door, he spun around to get a look at the place, and that’s when he stopped his tune, leaving his luggage right by the door along with his implants to begin walking. The shadows were harsh with the only source of light being from the sleepless city outside, but it didn’t bother him. He kept on, eyes study every piece of furniture he brushed the tips of his fingers on. Out of sight and out of mind was the little detail that he had a roommate.

[ ; c h a n g e ]

it's tufts of styled blonde hair that whip alongside the harsh winds of arcadia. they're seen everywhere, bouncing around and radiating in the summer heat.

plunging neck-lines reveal sharp collarbones,and hem lines barely grace a waistline. and shorts rest well above bony knees and onto milky thighs.

moans, screams, and pants flow freely from the throat in husky registers. clubs, houses, alleys... there hasn't been a place touched by those dewy notes.

even academia is conquered, with high marks and established connections. a prosperous future is practically certain.

lady luck had divied out chance unfairly: jiyeon blew his, but taeyeon never got one.

and with the former's tethers to the realm of the living having ceased to exist, the latter's had just begun forming.