she had the world | @nectcr
IN A BALLROOM IN SEOUL, A DAMSEL LAYS WAITING, BUT FOR WHO?
his grandfather used to compare attraction as an anchor — the one thing that tethered the worst of humanity to do good, to achieve greatness in a solemn existence. changho disagrees; instead, he feels that true attraction ( no, not love) is akin to the lighting bolts that graced zeus’s quiver that breaks apart the night sky. it is sudden and startling — and often it is unneeded.
his first spotting of jin hanui has her between two men, her eyes gazing up at one of them like he’s the sun and she is a flower after a dark storm. the other man holds her fingers in a gentle hold, and changho does not think much of her. he recognizes han insoo, a man whose reputation seeps even into the underground; there is nothing to gain from getting involved with one of his loyal minions.
until she turns, his gaze accidentally finding hers — angels do not sing, nor does that gloomy fall afternoon sky clear. but changho’s chest thumps in an odd way – too akin to fear, he realizes the next time he sees her.
tonight though, as he hears the faint chattering of pledges and other members of the society fading away as he slips away from the main hall, he feels the same thump. this time she’s alone, no han insoo by her side as he wines and dines the night away, no prince escorting her through the empty halls.
tonight it is just her and changho.
“are you waiting for someone?”