#keo8te

" nowhere in particular. in a corner. in the shadows. underneath i - seul's left boob. ” this is uncharacteristic of her — lucy rarely answers a question with anything but the answer itself, but the sleep deprivation and starvation had gotten to her. not to mention the lingering stress and pressure from her home country finally cracking down on her. it hit like a thousand waves of electric jolts, a snap hitting her back until she's down on her knees with no other choice but to succumb. her muscles are sore from the forced stretches — still not flexible enough, despite their current set of dance routines not calling for anything more than a high kick. it's seven in the morning, two hours later than they all would usually start the day. but she's yet to sleep, and it shows. blink and she resembles a ghost, a broken skeleton of a tree : decaying and withering in the fall without its leaves, all skin and branches. lucy doesn't stray from the group, but when she does, she can only imagine the domino effect it sets off. she slinks over the edge of his bed, the mattress softer than the ones back at the company dorm. “ can you make some porridge ? with the egg and pork ? ” she asks this in thai, a slow grin taking over her features.