the ground was soft from the night before as the boy set his foot on it, his footsteps leading him away from the miserable mess he could barely call home. he missed living out in the mountains, on grounds like this, where he could run free without a worry in his mind, wind brushing against his fur.
but daydreaming was no use. he wasn’t in the homelands, he was in donghwa, and there was no escaping the fact.
which was why he was slowly making his way to a building directly contrasting to his. new shiny buildings, proper pavements, even some green along the side. he wasn’t jealous – sure the outlands could do better (as in demolish and rebuild it), but it didn’t mean he wanted to, or could survive in a sterile environment like this either.
the boy frequented the nice areas of donghwa surprisingly often, turns out the rich were more likely to be lazy asses about things and much more likely to have skeletons hidden in their closets to be taken care of.
this one today was a regular, actually, as jeongguk made his way up the familiar elevator to stand in front of the door. 203. inhaling sharply before buzzing the doorbell, he braced himself for what he was gonna face this time.