fairytale skies,
the afternoon flits by swift and night time settles in turbulent; the rain is loud against his window, and thunder even louder. jiho doesn’t mind it, finds it pleasant almost. he sits right by his heater, warm against his cool skin after a quick shower, scrolling languidly on his phone. he’s half there, intermittent static buzzing in his ears now and again, hardly notices the flash of lightning that illuminates his room. and then, in eerie timing with the resounding thunder that follows, it goes pitch black.
a pause, and he waits with bated breath as the sounds of machines whir into complete silence. really?
“fuck,” jiho mutters, miffed, eyes squinting against the blinding light of his phone. a quick glance confirms its stopped charging, falls under power-saving mode at a measly 10% of battery life left. he weighs his options here as he stands up, the condo feeling strange and uncomfortable in complete darkness. finding a torch in the myriad of boxes dispersed around his new home is a challenge he’s not willing to undergo, so he finds himself glancing out the door, tentative as he walks out into the hallway in his slippers. feels the brunt of an awkwardness he’s not used to when he steps up to his neighbors door and knocks. he remembers his face, quiet smile vivid in his mind even now; knows he’s always been relatively stiff when it comes to strangers, but he’s better about this usually.
