he still thinks it’s a cliche; their first meeting and the way they keep running into each other in this city. the last one happened only three days ago, in a restaurant too cramped to contain people as many, sky too dark to walk home without getting soaked to the bone. perhaps it was his bad luck that landed him on the front door with heavy shoulders back then, accidentally bumping onto a stranger wearing an expensive perfume only to find that it’s him.

( needless to say, he went back into the streets without any second thoughts and arrived home carrying influenza to spread around )

actually, speaking of the devil, here’s him approaching the lift with his crisp outfit and sharp features. even here, in some random skyscraper that kyungsoo happened to visit as a part of his investigation for the plague murders he still managed to cross his path once more. his fingers immediately raise towards the panel and he taps onto the close button repeatedly, hoping it would close in time and send him down 60 floors in peace without any company.