#malasomnia

A blanket of deep darkness covers the world, the stifling heat of the club still sticking to his skin even as he steps out into the night. Half of his face catches the pool of the streetlight, and Sejin raises his chin, letting the soft breeze stir through his hair. Eyes slip shut for a tick or two, just processing the evening for what it is, for the freedom that he still has left in the hours before dawn. He’s partway in the alley after emerging from a side door, and suddenly the scent of cigarette smoke twitches at his nose. He isn’t a smoker himself, but what bothers him is the face that he can’t smell it coming from any discernible direction. It’s just... there, suddenly. He’s been trying to get better at this sort of thing, his now heightened senses still an adjustment period he’s going through.

Still, it takes him a good while before he realizes that the scent is coming from above him, and he casts dark eyes upwards, catching the shadowed structure of a fire escape with the shape of somebody standing stop it. Only part of them is illuminated, and Sejin’s eyes immediately go to the cherry of their cigarette. He wonders if they’re lonely. He wonders if he’s projecting, a little bit.