𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕—
𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕
or, where garam sinks his claws into 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏,
written in participation of the daehan carnival event
garam's spent a grip of his night with his back against the wall; his vulpine stare making its way through the crowds of people, taking all of them in—painstakingly bored. he was (un)fortunately ditched by his "benefactor," which he's noticed, as of late, is becoming a more common occurrence. he's not exactly complaining about that, though. at least not really. so long as he's still "on the payroll," he doesn't mind the lack of attention. it's not like he's a sad-sack, delusional numbskull who thinks there's any shred of love between them. instead, he knows his place, and lives his double life cloaked in the shadows. besides—it's more than worth it in the end.
garam adores watching the figures of his bank account go up by seven-thousand won at the top of every month. it's a pretty sweet deal.
however, being that he traveled here for that specific purpose and it's no longer happening, he had to figure out some other way to spend his night. he didn't drive all the way over here for nothing, and it's not often that he gets to take a trip to daehan in the first place. though, about an hour into his time amongst the neon-soaked rides, games, and concession stands, he caught sight of a certain face; one that he became quite familiar with only a few weeks prior. his eyes lit up, a sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and without further hesitation, he eagerly made his approach.
once he learned that seohan was here alone, garam knew that he needed to take advantage of the delicious opportunity that bestowed itself upon him, and now, the pair of them find themselves standing before of a gaudy row of skee-ball lanes. turning his head over to the current apple of his eye, he smirks impishly; his moon-like face drenched in vivid technicolor, then touched with a soft undertone of starlight. "why do i get the feeling that you're, like, stupid good at this game?" he teases, taking a step closer; his hands tucked into the pockets of his denim jacket.
"something tells me that you have great aim... and strong arms. is that true?"
the tone of his voice is cheeky; cute. he hopes it takes the edge off of his more forward remarks. he doesn't wanna scare seohan off, after all.
