cinnamon.
BEHIND MOONJO APARTMENTS W/ @odjiyeon
evenings spent not working are better spent with company and what better company than an ex who doesn’t remember shit before she got killed then subsequently revived. whatever, sieun will still take it.
though they have yet to officially enter into summer, the stifling humid heat makes it seem otherwise. sweat gathers where her legs are hooked on the monkey bars, her hair just barely brushes against the gravel below, and the lightheadedness is just beginning to settle in.
how long have they been here again?
jiyeon looks better upside down, sieun thinks. can’t say she looked better alive since she’s still here (thankfully? thankfully) and there’s hardly a difference save for her limbs occasionally dropping like flies but hey, sieun can’t really judge when she can do the same with the assistance of a knife of some sort.
“think i’ll crack my head open if i slip?” she glances at upside-down jiyeon and grins even if it’ll look like some morbid frown from the dead girl’s perspective.
even with the remnants of the kick from earlier pulsing through her system, there’s still some doubt over whether she can recover quick enough to not croak. it has her bold enough to want to try, but not enough to actually do it just yet. this not-quite-immortality is really the only thing that ties them together now. it’s not worth sacrificing for now.
