↻ slippers when feet hurt, slippers even if it rains @oleejinki﹛... 98 ﹜
( “You don’t have to- it’s not the most aesthetically pleasing...” )
But it’s too late, hands are handling the wilted rosebuds that are his feet (were his feet) with care. A shell of their former, pearlescent selves. They’re painted with a dull palette. A prismatic of thick, muddy purples and crimson constellation of scars ascending from his heel to the contours of his Achilles tendon to the ball of his aching ankles. (In other words his feet look like they’ve been through hell and felt like it to.)
“I don’t know how this happened...” Bitter chuckle punctuates his tone but sounds muted against the walls of their practice room- and oh, what could it be? Maybe his time as Gong Kyungsoo, tell-tale of scars from characterizing a skateboarder without prior experience which meant practice; which meant bruises, constant spills on set and off while learning the craft. (Knees and palms skid against gravel of underground parking lot; three tosses too much, it’s fun, he tells himself and then it becomes fun.) His mind eludes the idea in favor of something avoidable, self-inflicted (not work; work is good, work doesn’t hurt), something to pin the blame on his own carelessness. Designer shoes of Saint Laurent origin, patent leather hugging soles and toes too tight, too snug.
“Yeah, I know it’s ugly…” The old man hadn’t done anything to allude to the fact- Kibum doubts even if the thoughts had even spun into his orbit-- but it eases his mind to state the obvious verbally, “but do you think it looks really ugly? Like, really really ugly—” Muttering, Kibum is always muttering.
