* ❛ SKYLINE TO ,
WHEN SOMEONE HITS TWENTY-TWO they begin to realize that no one really deserves anything. especially not each other.
maybe some people are just lucky.
but he knows luck has chicken shit to do with hwang inha. somewhere in the dregs of what was left of their brief friendship, jongin had made a choice. she just responded to it. maybe in a separate universe, if one were to consider quantum superposition, it didn’t have to be this way. in his head, though, both universes entail a series of developments that are still pessimistically out of his favor, contrary to the axioms drawn by schrodinger’s poor cat.
on this particular day, luck — specifically bad luck — seems to have a little bit more than chicken shit to do with such an ungodly encounter.
jongin is usually really good at ignoring people and letting relationships crumble (is this something to be proud of?), but suddenly he becomes very aware of his hands and the slow beating of his heart when he the door swings open and his eyes rest on very bright red hair, clear to him even under his hazy eyes.
“i’m sorry.” for what exactly, he didn’t know.
