[ vagrant - Kyungsoo + Godfrey ]
Change wasn't something Kyungsoo embraced. A creature of habit, a lover of the beaten path. It was much easier that way. Any form of routine he could somehow conjure while living on the streets was a blessing. And that was exactly why he had almost shed tears at the sight of police 'do not cross' tape cordoning off the hostel in which he spent most of his nights. He knew the people there, the staff knew him, he knew the layout, he'd even picked a favourite room; number 16.
It felt like a giant loss, as if someone dear to him had taken their untimely departure into whatever place lay in wait of the dead. Of course he knew it was stupid, it was just a hostel after all, but it was a place he liked to refer to as home.
Kyungsoo trudged along the sidewalk, keeping as close to the buildings as possible each time a car passed. There was a list of places he'd made in his head long ago, places he could sleep in and not be disturbed by the police or other vagrants wandering the streets. The number of homeless had dropped significantly though, Kyungsoo wasn't surprised, what with the Origami killer around. He'd thought about moving out of Seoul, but he was never sure if he could handle such a large change or not, even when it was a life or death situation.
He came to a stop across from a park, eyeing the bench under a large tree. Nobody ever seemed to stop and sit anymore. Everybody was in a rush these days. Not that Kyungsoo really minded, it meant he could occupy a bench and it wouldn't bother anyone in the slightest. With a brief glance left and right, he crossed over, eyes trained on the wooden seat.