caught
@robinmi
it’s getting late, but bomin knows that no one’s really going to care. his parents have long decided that they’d rather hold no regard to his well-being and bomin’s just never really surrounded himself enough with a crowd of people that would well... care. so by all means, he’s fine with walking through the streets this late at night
he decides to take a seat, he prefers the night air anyway. something about it soothes him, makes him calm. and he’s not too sure what it is, but he lets himself fall into the breeze as it carries him.
it’s a rough neighbourhood, kind of. at least bomin knows how rough it can really get (after all, he is part of a gang), yet he still momentarily closes his eyes, lets himself relax for a moment. and then he feels it, an odd shuffling, like someone’s around, attempting to take something.