✦ . ˚ &. — @woojinksa . ˟
it’s a sense of drowsiness which licks itself into the corner of bagged eyes— thick eyelashes overshadowing the sleeplessness which lies beneath them. and, these days, it was an odd stream of dreams which left sangmi unable to get a good nights rest. not like they were nightmares. no. instead, they were seemingly harmless. yet, it was an underlying feeling of dread which overcame her as the same images of a male plagued her mind. his face unfamiliar, yet his name seemed to play like a broken record within the series of reoccurring dreams.
though sleep or no sleep, sangmi knew that she couldn’t hide within the comfort of her room all day. there were far too many responsibilities she simply could not neglect. but, running late, a small girl sprints hastily down the hallways of keisung academy. moving fast, the young witch appears to be a speck among the sea of people who litter her path as a pair of earphones cascade down her frame and into the comforts of an oversized sweater’s pocket. her hands filled with books while upbeat music plays softly within her ears. looking at the watch which ticks upon her wrist, she can’t help the guilt that overcomes her for being behind schedule. yet, those feelings are quickly forgotten and it’s the sudden impact of her small frame colliding against another which has sangmi sent into an abrupt halt. an earbud falling from her ear as she finds her face smashed against a strangers chest. naturally, she retreats from the unexpected contact. eyes cascading downward. immediately she looks to the books which now scatter the floor. but feeling blameworthy her words make it into the air in a jumbled mess. ❝ o- oh my-y god. i… i’m so sorry. ❞ she apologizes as she scrambles to pick up the mess she’s made. however, when she looks up to meet the other’s gaze , she is frozen.
❝ woojin ? ❞ the name slips off the tip of her tongue in an unexpected departure. shock illuminating the witch’s visage as she recognizes the other from the chain of dreams which had been haunting her for the past few nights. and, the realization that dawns upon her almost makes her feel sick. knowing the other was real causes the girl’s heart to drop, and the fact that she foresaw this fate leaves an uneasy feeling in the pit of her chest. her face contorting into something that rests precisely between that of confusion and fear. ❝ this can’t be happening . . . ❞ she mumbles underneath her breath. hoping that perhaps this was just another dream.