#w.iseul

@cuiseul / outside the building, witching hours ( aka weird curfew break ).

kiyong’s camped out from of the building. he’s sitting on a ledge, a cluster of shrubbery at his back. it’s half dead, and the scraggly sticks poke at his back. maybe it’s from the oncoming bursts of cold weather. or more likely, their building manager doesn’t seem to rank building management all too high on the list of important aspects of his job. but whatever. it’s not like kiyong cares about the building aesthetic.he does care about those strange house rules though. all it takes is one time breaking them to realize that they come wit heavy repercussions, even if the world of the sane wouldn’t believe you for a second.

but kiyong’s now a believer, and at two in the morning he’s avoiding stepping foot into the building. it happens to him often, getting stuck outside at this time.it comes with working the night shift. he tries to schedule it lucky, so he gets home at five. avoids the whole ordeal. but his schedule’s prone to change, like tonight. so here he is, building up a constant rhythm by tapping his heels against the stone wall behind him. smoking -- a shock that is. his lighter’s still in his hand. every ten second or so, kiyong grinds at the gear and watches flames burst into life. 

he’s got it set up so it dances too high to be any use to someone looking for a smoke. but he likes watching that stretch of fire. like the feel of subtle heat as it nears skin. it’s a stupid thing to do, playing with fire. near everyone says so. but kiyong seems to embrace all that is stupid. so he continues to slow flick of his thumb and wastes lighter fluid. 

he has half a mind to try setting that stupid half-dead bush behind him on fire, just see how long it’ll burn for when a scuff of noise distracts him. a familiar face follows. sort of familiar, at least. he’s seen him around the building anyway. something of a neighbor. “come home late or did you leave like an idiot?” kiyong asks him, his lack of attention catching up to him -- hadn’t noticed if he’d come from out the front door or from down the street. it’s stupid to go traipsing around at night, but kiyong’s come to realize that some seem a crazed sort of curious with the horror that haunts their building.

so fucking stupid.