#hauntbroken

                        SPENDING THE NIGHTS IN THE DANCE STUDIO  had become somewhat of a ritual, its brick walls apt in keeping the demons noise out. whether minah actually managed to get any sleep or not didn’t faze her, knowing the chances of being visited was larger here than anywhere else ( or so she had started to believe ).   ❛  woojin... ❜  called out in a whimper, the name still foreign on her tongue; it was by far not the first time she had uttered it, especially when drifting in and out of sleep.  ❛  why are people like this? ❜  why did they break her wardrobe locks for fun?  why did they disown her for something she couldn’t control?  and why did her heart hurt so damn much whenever thinking of him?   ❛  it’s so cruel... ❜  hushed tears stained the mat underneath, exhaustion finally creeping up on her after a competitive week.

                GUARDIAN BOWED IN DUE GREETING, the mansion towering above like some haunted castle.   ❛  ‘tis good to see you again, kim woojin-ssi.  ❜  even for one whose memory of names was severely lacking, his had somehow stuck to the back of her mind throughout time. upon entering, basket was brought to kitchen table as any offering would.  ❛  i brought you fresh peaches. from okhwang, ‘fcourse.  ❜  it was the least she could do, the fruit full of divine vigor and health benefits ( not that they would cure his heartache, but that was another topic of its own ).   ❛  you’ve been busy lately, no?  ❜  once a month she would check in or so, providing assistance whether it be something as simple as polishing silver, or updating each other on the latest threats lurking in the underground.