#obsessiicn

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they were under the same moon, the same stars, the same sky. astonishing. it took a lot to entertain hyejung, let alone get her to think something is fascinating. the thing about the sky is that it’s nature. it’s not man-made. it’s something that made itself on its own- possibly was even made before mankind was made. that’s why it holds true to her heart. it’s not fake and her mother had a deep love for the sky and such things. she adjusts herself to lay in a comfortable position-- the atmosphere changes once he grabs her.

she’s surprised. it was all so sudden. why’d he grab her? oh. because she was living. because she was living and he was not. she looked away for a moment, feeling pity and feeling stupid for wanting to die when there’s someone she knew who’s already dead. someone who’s dead but wishes to be alive again. she could feel that want radiate in the space between them. 

Seoul is a safe city, she’s been told this many times - as many times as she found herself unable to find someone to walk her home after a night of drinking spree. This night, is no exception. Selfish, lazy friends. Could they even be qualified of friends? Suddenly, Miran is doubting it. Shuffling feet on the sidewalk, the young female is slowly but surely getting closer to her oh so familiar district, she’s persuaded of it. But she’s been staring at her shoes for the last ten minutes, brewing over the punishment her so called friends would deserve for abandoning her. So, it is barely unexpected that, when she lifts her head, she finds herself not quite recognizing her surroundings. Lost. ( good job, Miran! ) 

She comes to a halt, confused gaze scanning the buildings, high and threatening. Her phone would’ve been the first thing she’d have pulled out, if the echo of some.. loud, unidentified noise had not reached her ears. Her heart drops into her ribcage and her first reflex is to lower herself on the spot. Now she’d rather pull out her pepper spray. She’s not aware of what’s she heard just yet. But soon, her brown eyes find them, on the opposite sidewalk. And she can only assume of what’s going on. A group of men. Hurrying in her general direction. To what? It’s a who - a man, collapsed on the sidewalk. Adrenaline gives the girl a push in the back and no time to think. Heck, she doesn’t who he is, who’s got the damn gun, but she’s crossing the road. Miran is prompt to slide the boy’s arm around her neck - even more to pull him back up. Where the bullet hit him, if it even did, she doesn’t know. But he’s holding himself up, reacting positively to her encouragement to keep on dashing through the streets. 

Left, then right, left again - she’s even more lost than she first was. Comes a moment where her pounding heart can’t take it anymore. Adrenaline’s good for a while, just like caffeine, but once it’s gone, you find yourself collapsing to your knees. The small alley they’ve stopped into is dark, just like the many they’ve crossed, but strangely reassuring, even for someone that’s never been so fond of darkness. Her throat is dry as she swallows - it stings. But probably less than the boy’s wound. If he’s got one. The young female glances in his direction. He doesn’t seem so good - his words do little to reassure her on their situation. But she’s strangely.. indifferent to the dangerousness of it. She emits a brief chuckle, that bounces on the walls surrounding them till it’d find a wider street to get lost into. 

« Are you hurt? Want me to take a look at it? » she asks, the words coming out as a mere mumble. 

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the streets of seoul always had hooligans hanging around the corners of alleys. they kick it in the back in some kind of hole in the wall before coming out to miss with their prey. either the prey got really lucky and the people decide not to gang up and steal all their belongings, which is highly unlikely because that’s the reason they’re out, or they got the pulp beaten out of them. it was sad, but it was reality. if the person wasn’t fast enough to run away, it usually ended in a bloodbath and broken noses that are unnecessary. it could be easily avoided and it could have been something she could have turned her back on but in the middle of the hooligans was someone she considered an acquaintance. someone she knew, wasn’t that close to but wasn’t that far enough to be called a stranger. she elicits a sigh, knowing that she didn’t have to use violence. she tried. she got degraded, she was underestimated, so she showed them.

spitting on the ground, she slips her thumbs into her pocket. her facial expression held a stoic one, cracking her neck as one stepped forward. her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek, rolling her eyes and throwing a punch without warning. it didn’t damage the guy that much, but that was the point. give them something they expect so that the next move is unexpected. they all ganged up on her, leaving m alone in the corner. her eyes narrowed before dropping down to the ground, keeping her balance as the idiots bump heads with each other. she lets out a laugh, standing up before using her knee to hit one of them in the groin. she ran around them, making them breathless and she’d tease them by yawning, tapping her foot and waiting as if they were taking ten years to chase after her. that’s what it felt like.

the moment her knuckles attach with their jaw, it was over. they probably needed a note from the doctor to excuse them from the shitty fighting techniques they’ve pulled on hyejung. it was easy. they went for the face. hyejung would duck and go for the ribs, the sides, and back if it was even possible. they only used their fists while she used her heels, her feet, even her head to butt into the others’ heads until they all fell down. there was seven of them total, seven of them knocked out. she glances over at m, her head jerking to the direction that she was walking.

               as much as he’d love to spend a rare day without work --- such as this --- lounging about in comfort, he has PATERNAL obligations. the child, as many do, wants to play outside. their city is a concrete jungle filled with media whores. to the quiet hem of city and country is their destination. the lack of the living is enjoyable... if not short-lived. he sees IT before his daughter does, yet that doesn’t stop her from trying to GREET it at the treeline. wyatt jogs over to reclaim the girl.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I HOPE U HAD A GREAT DAY !!!!!