#kaizuo

Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?

Yes.  Sadly, yes.  Even small silly things that aren’t a big deal make me want to hide for a while.  Like when you go the wrong direction and walk by the same person standing outside twice, and they just know you’re an idiot who can’t find their way-

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

I see the world about the same way, actually.  I’ve learned that the world is exactly as older people warned me it would be.  So now, instead of hearing about it, I’m living it.

Mouth: How often do you lie?

“I think all ghosts are bitter somewhat, you know what I mean?” 

Sehun manages a small smile, tone somewhat arid as he blinks away remnants of sleep. It’s a little too early to be awake, a little too early to be talking about ghosts as if they’re real and somehow floating around in the atmosphere, lost and moaning with white gowns dragging behind themselves. This must be one of Jongin’s sleep talking spells- or so the latter hopes. 

Before he can continue, he glances over and notices that the other has yet again fallen asleep hunched over into a half ball. Terrible for posture, but also a strange talent to lull into slumber without the comfort of blankets or a pillow. 

Around them, the inner workings of the airport are consistently catching, screeching, and mumbling incoherences, but sometimes even just the soft press of a cheap leather seat is enough to keep one’s eyes closed it seems.