yeunminsu·.
location: nearby club 66
status: open
       the atmosphere of a summer night drenched with the smell of alcohol is now being engulfed with smoke and gasoline in the air. minsuâs heart beats fast and itâs not out of the fear of getting caught. a backpack filled with stolen car items rests beside his feet and he stands with such defiance of criminal grace, doe-eyes latching onto the burning car, the familiar scent of ash filling his nose. angels above the horizon watch him destroy something again and again, but from the curl of his lips they can see that he is in bliss, so they remain quiet for now.
it doesnât mean that others are.
the recording on his phone has momentarily shifted its angle when the loud laughter of intoxicated people surprises him out of his state. itâs a moment later that minsu hears approaching footsteps causing him to press stop on the recording button. â club is around the corner. â he says, voice low and sultry in his throat as his chin lifts to the left, the direction where he assumes his disrupter had wanted to go.
       the boy in front of them knows the burden of being one of godâs creatures. his neck bears scars  &.  they know how his halo is wrapped around his neck so tight he used hellfire to burn it off.   â  looks like you had a busy night.  â   in the moonlight  ,  heâs all swollen lips  &.  broken feathers  &.  skeletons have come out from the closet to dance in the fire for them. theyâve both accepted that their blood ran too hot for heaven even though he is still reaching up from the dust.   â  doesnt the smoke hurt your eyes? you know      from watching.  â    skin glowing under ashen skin  &.  from nothingness he can create flame.       Â
