the logistics of having a responsible meltdown. for @hdminah 🌿
YEONSEOK HAS MADE HIMSELF A COFFIN OUT OF MINAH’S BED. fresh off a post-practice shower, skin rubbed raw and red and radiating heat, he lies motionless in it: too alive to be mistaken for a corpse, and yet, he hopes she’ll still mourn him all the same. it’s nearing the end of february. it’ll be spring soon, and yeonseok has historically been good with change. haru had flown out a month ago, and yeonseok had learned what it was to live without him, resigned himself to learning this about the others too: bohyun. jaeyi. but not minah. — not yet.
when she’s near enough, he hooks one of his long legs around her and pulls her close. just enough, until he’s able to sit up and wind his arms around her too. real iron maiden, medieval torture device type shit. yeonseok knows he's being unreasonable. “… don’t go, unnie.” he doesn’t look up at her. instead, stares vacantly at the wall across the room. sullen and sulky. “you’re gonna have the time of your life, take a bite from some stupid croissant and forget all about me here. i know you will.”
