»→♡ man of the mist;;
Choi Sarang Choi Sarang Choi Sarang
That was his name. The name that he had etched into all of the walls, desks, tables, and even doors that he had come across. It fascinated him; he was fond. Sarang had always found himself unique, even since the moment he came into this world. His father had told him that when he was first born, he didn't cry like most children did, he giggled instead, and his name only made him feel more special. Sarang pulled the bright yellow jacket tight against his body as he looked up into the darkening sky.
Rain-- Sarang loved rain, and he always had. Dancing in it made him feel at home, happy. He felt the first drop on his nose. He smiled and turned his face down, closer to the hoodie he had only just swung over his shoulders. The scent of it’s owner trailed up to his nose. The Rose shivered at the smell.
Jaison.
As fond of his own name that he was, Sarang was even more smitten over Him.
The rain began to pour even heavier now, but Sarang didn't seem to mind at all. He spun a few times, his arms outstretched wide, and his long, red hair thrown down his back. He hummed along with the sounds of cars moving their way through puddles. He wasn't really heading anywhere special, but he normally just enjoyed regular walks down on the dock. The smell of the shore, mixed with the scent of Jaison was nothing less of amazing, almost hypnotizing to him. He kept his eyes closed as he spun his way right into a puddle in a dip on the sidewalk.
