guilty.
featuring @mixheomin.
there are simplicities found in donning this persona. a student, no more and no less. for a while, he can forget the complication that comes naturally with being a part of a so-called international syndicate. all the complexities that follow, too, can become nothing but static buzzing at the back of his head, pushed far far away for the time being. calamities seem distant when in truth he knows they aren’t. yet, here he is, pretending, parading.
the clock hand ticks. slowly, surely. condensed into materials that he knows wouldn’t be applied much; all the knowledge shared is logical, anyway. if he ever truly acts like a businessman later on, inheriting a corporate in seoul, he probably will have forgotten all these jargons by then. still, he tries to listen. it’s better than thinking of the slight pain that occasionally bothers. last night’s chase gifted him with a drying wound on the side of his torso, and it’s something that he tries not to think about. compartmentalisation.
the class is dismissed, finally. he is one of the first to stand up, having his bag packed prior. the tingle of hunger has determined where he should head next, so he’s quick to quit the auditorium. in his route, midway, there’s a rapid realisation that there’s a face he doesn’t feel like encountering. heomin. looking at heomin from afar, he immediately pivots, walking the other way. he can feel heomin on his tail, though, but he pretends as if nothing happens as he tries making a detour to shake heomin off.
