royals — sora and myungsoo
It was the first day of the summer. Myungsoo refused to consider himself as a bum, but that's how it appeared like, what with his classes in university over and done with because he'd just graduated. After sending out applications to different high schools, there was nothing much left to do but wait for an answer, or a confirmation. He huffed, blowing out breath from his lips and stirring his fringe. He needed a haircut. He was starting to look like the part already.
He huffed again.
Myungsoo lied down on his king-sized bed, cross-legged, the heels of his feet rested against the wall. What should he do? He didn't like being idle, and his high-end condominium was too quiet, and he didn't like that. Myungsoo didn't want to be lonely; although solitude was something he sometimes desired when it was just too chaotic, it was different from feeling left alone.
He turned his head to the right, scanning the contents of his bedside table -- his eyes resting on a photo of two teenagers set up beside his valuables. It was something odd, especially for him, to have put a picture of him and someone else up in a frame, and that person was no other than Park Sora. The photograph was taken from his old Polaroid camera on her eighteenth birthday, he recalled. Years had passed since then, but he and his childhood friend had remained close albeit only almost seeing each other during Myungsoo's school holiday breaks -- and that's when he got the idea.
Urban Black surely had room for him, right?
Picking up his phone, he immediately typed a text:
to → princess (10:05am)
Hi, princess. Where are you?
Surely, she missed him as much as he did her?
