Dans la Nuit || Daon & Kyungsoo
Snowflakes catch on his eyelashes. Wisps of foggy air float from his lips. Just barely steady footsteps are made across rain-stained sidewalks, the quiet scuff of rubber soles against pavement ringing all too loudly in the late night air. The boy is lucky to even have shoes over his feet this time, even if they don't match, because he usually goes around the city in a heavy, almost invincible reverie with his feet clad only in socks. Sometimes he'll travel miles and miles until he's in the next district over; other times he only makes it as far as the corner store that sells his favourite brand of flavoured milk. Either way, he wakes up somewhere that certainly isn't home, wide eyes flickering here and there in a desperate attempt to pinpoint his location. Some nights are easier than others, but Kyungsoo can't do much to stop it. The doctor told him that he should have grown out of it as a child, but the boy is nineteen years old and still sleep-walking.
While caught up in ordinary situations such as this, the teen has no idea it's happening. None of the regular noises of late night city life process in his brain to tell him that he should probably stop wandering the streets with nothing but the clothes on his back and a sway to his step. Higher figures are certainly at work, however, to keep the boy (mostly) from danger--at least, they keep him from dying. More often than not, however, the spirit guiding Kyungsoo indulges in its own need for entertainment, leading the teen to walk straight into a brick wall or the trunk of a tree. It's all for fun, really, because the life of a Familiar is entirely too boring, stocked to the brim with 'save the humans' bullshit and other moralistic endeavours which are better spoken than put into practice. A little fun won't kill anyone, and the boy won't wake up anyway, not unless he falls and hits his head.
It's out of this self-fulfilling amusement that the Familiar directs Kyungsoo to a nearby apartment building, past the lackluster security and up twenty-one stories. (It could have let the boy use the elevator, but this is just more fun, really.) The process is slow and boring, but watching the teen stumble every ten steps and nearly fall down the stairs proves to be enough for the mischievous spirit. Eventually, after a good half hour, once the clock strikes three in the morning, Kyungsoo reaches the twenty-first floor and toddles out into the corridor before stopping in front of one door in particular. Being the silly, unconscious boy that he is, the teen attempts to keep walking, an effort which only succeeds in knocking his forehead against the door with a dull thump, thump, thump. After maybe the seventh thud, the still-sleeping boy keeps his feet planted where they are, body swaying back and forth to continue hitting his head against the less than gentle surface of the door, a faint shade of pink beginning to form over the pale skin. This is too funny, the Familiar thinks. Perhaps he should do this more often.
