palm island horror story + pn;kk
kibum isn’t much one for clichés (ironically nearly a cliché in itself)-- yet again, who is? it’s not that he thinks himself too high and mighty to fall privy to such phrasings, or that he even blinks when he sees customers at the studio depart with them freshly imprinted in cursive on their limbs. he’ll even admit that they often hold some amount of validity, otherwise they would not have grown to become clichés, but he tries to avoid their usage if he can help it.
there is one in particular he will surrender himself to, however: the desire to live as opposed to simply exist. for him, this constitutes engaging in just about as many opportunities for thrills as possible-- or as many as he can manage on this island. sometimes, this merely means having a horror film marathon or trying some new, exotic food he holds a few reservations regarding. other times, it means leaping off cliffs into the turquoise water below, or finding some abandoned road to see just how fast his car will go.
today, it means visiting palm’s ghastly ghost bus tour for the first time, hands eagerly but anxiously clutching his ticket in his lap. he’s seated in the back, only a few more spots available, as the last patrons continue to board. it looks like it’ll be a full crowd tonight-- good. maybe he won’t be the only one who’s jumpy.