❝ Who would have thought that making crepes would lead to a broken microwave. ❞
STARTER PROMPTS ㅡ accepting
In one fell swoop, Seth's statement managed to become the straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back ㅡ to no fault of his. It was fortunate Seungbin fancied himself a patient man. Had he been any younger, fingers curled into white knuckled fists would be clutching at his shirt, shaking him, pleading him to explain why such a thing could have occured. Why the laws of nature continuously decided to betray him in such s cruel manner.
He detested the line across his own face dressing his lips in a cocky smile. ( Unaware of what he found so amusing. ) He resented the lack of sleep coursing through his veins and making his head throb.
And yet, there he sat on the kitchen floor, cold linoleum seeping in through the thin fabric of his socks. The sent of burning ( faintly mixed with butter ) still lingered in the air. "What happened to me... Seth, tell me... have I really lost my touch? Maybe I'm cursed." His voice rattled on like a man possessed with sorrow. Without so much as a warning, he opened the oven, pretending to crawl inside. "If you need me, I'll be in here..."