( for the dearest and unfathomable beauty, @gnmsooj )
oh little does he know that such misfortune is the grandest and the most valuable fortune.
in prada slacks, oh sehun strides across the concrete pavements of seoul with an athlete’s grace (’boy, does he look charming!’ some may think). in a flush and a hurry oh sehun is at a great disadvantage, seoul doesn’t seem to fail with a crowd and a side pre-occupation of damp weather. sehun’s foot tapping behind shorter miscreants of the common (foot tapping anxiously, over, and over, and over again). in an ideal world, he’d legally get away with public misconduct.
coffee cup in hand and an agent slewing words with passive aggression, bubbling an irrational irritation for gangnam’s latest shining model with a craving to dance with the law.
though he reckons, back in the seoul government hospital it wouldn’t be much better - perhaps worse. he clamps up at the thought of the trauma centre (a queasiness dares to erupt in the pits of his stomach, sehun is rather frightful all of a sudden.) - this however, is the shell of an old dream, hopefully never to return again.
in the flurry of his thoughts, the worst happens. -- “hey!”
ah yes, of course, the worst happens.
it’s his shoulders that go first, unkindly against another’s and then follows his iced americano, isn’t this terribly cliche? uncalled for but perhaps, if the pressed hermes shirt wasn’t drenched with the tasteful lick of coffee, a world’s tangent may stir before him.
she doesn’t turn back at all.
it has no trace of speciality this moment is another nuisance adding onto an already pitiful day. the littlest of a strutting fool of a woman does little to phase his impending exasperation. she walks on, the littlest of his worries is apparently him (that shrew). “hey you!” sehun calls, brash and edge with deep disdain, anger rising (oh man does that public misconduct sounds about good).
and the people of seoul buzz by, bodies evading the coffee stained shirt with the maniacal shouts into the city’s abyss.
this is how chaos arises. (this is how the heart really pounds.)
