#wndflower

The  world  is  blurry  around  him,      the  sounds  dull,    his  eyes  closed.     It  takes  Seonho  a  while  to  feel  the  shaking  of  his  shoulder,     the  hand  grasping  onto  him  as  though  from  far  away.      Slowly,     the  world  comes  back  to  him;      he  feels  the  cold  stone  against  his  cheek,     the  throbbing  in  his  ears.     Now  he  hears  a  voice,     calling  his  name,     and  with  it  comes  the  memory.     They  were  attacked.     Seonho  opens  his  eyes  and  groans  quietly,      slowly  propping  himself  up  on  his  arm  to  rise.      His  fingers  reach  for  his  blade,     and  he  pulls  it  close  to  push  himself  up  to  a  kneeling  position.     The  dizziness  kicks  in  and  he  almost  drops  to  the  ground  again,      knuckles  turning  white  as  he  clings  to  the  grip  of  his  sword.     He  vaguely  recalls  his  side  being  slashed  by  the  last  of  the  attackers,      but  also  his  own  sword,     sticking  deep  into  his  chest.     Once  he  pulled  it  out,     his  strength  gave  up  on  him,      and  exhausted  and  wounded,    he  had  dropped  to  the  ground.     

               birthdays shouldn’t make people nervous, but that’s exactly what hongjoo is. this isn’t just any birthday, after all, she has some pretty big news to deliver. she hopes myung takes it well -- she’s had a few weeks to get accustomed to the idea, but myung... she has faith in him, and she’s sure he’ll be excited, but she imagines her mother probably thought the same about her father and look how that turned out... she shakes her head slightly, as if she can dislodge the bad thoughts, and focuses instead on putting the candles in the cake she’d made for myung. he should be home any second now, and she wants everything to be perfect...

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“   –   EH ,  IT  WASN’T  THAT  BAD . “  now  her  brother’s  returned ,  mi  nyu  is  free  to  go  back  to  her  previous  life .  it  feels  still  feels  strange ,  to  not have  to  wake  up  for  practice  at  the  crack  of  dawn ,  to  not  have  to  live  in  a  dorm ,  or  go  in  for  recording .  she’ll  miss  her  bandmates ,  for  sure ,  but  now  mi  nyu  is  taking  things  in  her  own  hands .  come  tomorrow ,  she’ll  be  on  a  plane  to  africa ,  and  she’ll  spend  the  next  few  years  there  as  a  volunteer .  

»»———— “DON’T LOOK - ” Whispered yell as she dashes comically across the room. Hands fly up, palms stacked, into the air in front of the eyes of the woman who was staring straight at the tall man with the black hat, invisible to everyone else - “You shouldn’t MEET EYES with a Grim Reaper - !” Frantically flings her head around - breathes heavy sigh of relief when the Reaper simply slips into an elevator. Deflates, dropping her hands. And then crease appears between brows as she looks up again. “Wait - you could see him too?”