#dualday

      “  i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ”

He didn’t want to feel like that tonight. It was a night meant for celebrating and yet he found himself walking into the garden area of his apartment complex, the twinkling lights of the city seemingly never ending against the dark backdrop of the night. 

He didn’t want to feel anything actually... 

He was supposed to be at an after party... Somewhere in Seoul, but he found it hard to focus and pretend he was happy about much of anything... Hell it was hard to even breathe right now. 

So he’d carried his bottle of scotch and a crystal glass with him as he made his way to his favorite spot that overlooked his neighborhood. His gaze as unsteady as his feet. 

To his surprise the seat was taken and he was left stunned and somewhat embarrassed to be seen in this state. However he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair as he tried to sober up, if only a little. 

ok_gi95: if you shave your eyebrows you won't have to dye them ㅎㅎ

flying hair

“If you could see how you die, would you WANT to know?” Then again, people who always came to him came with this purpose in mind. Whether it was because of skepticism, selfishness, or simply out of curiosity. Even if he hated doing this, he was putting his abilities to use, while in turn paying back the man who and helped him and continued to do so all these years. All it took was a quick glance at the person to be able to see their death. It was never a pleasant feeling or moment. Experiencing it his mind like it was something happening to himself. Even after doing it for so long, it’s still JARRING every single time.