【 Late night french fries 】 ; Kaya & Seungmin
for the cutest @mpseungmin
Another night over, another job well done. Or so Kaya would like to think.
It’d been a trying day and once the bar’s doors were closed, the demigoddess huddled up and started her way to what had become her routine: burger and fries –courtesy of dr. feelgoods, of course– and a long walk home under the starlight. It was easy, it was calm – it was what she needed after a day of avoiding the faintest of reflections around her. The walk home was usually silent with only her boots hitting the pavement until she made it to the comfort of her wooden floors, perhaps a stop at the park to eat in the playground and that was it, except nothing was ever that easy all the time.
Shadows danced in the store fronts’ windows, mouthing her name as they did when a future untold wanted to be heard; they moved around her, reached for her hands and tried pulling on her hair. ‘Look at us.’ They whispered in between the twinkling of the stars; it was a call she taught herself to ignore as it often led to unfortunate events unfolding around her. They’d usually disappear if she looked away long enough, but it seemed the more she walked, the harder they tried to scream.
With a sigh, she stopped and slowly lifted her gaze to catch glimpses of fate’s puppets dancing away. It was a gruesome sight, seeing them point into the night with their pleas for her to follow without rest, and for once, Kaya decided to follow. it was hard trying not to get lost in them and around the island –seeing as she only went out to work, jinxxed, and back home– but she managed to keep up until they faded into the back of a young man.
She’d never seen him before and didn’t know why she was brought there, but maybe they were both there for a reason. “Uh, french fry?” Kaya blurted the first thing that came to mind, the hand that had the large cup of fries extending out to him.
