@potentate-princess ❤
He sat at the bus stop, letting the rain soak through the dark fabric of his suit, washing the blood running down his side and through his hair as he closed his eyes, hiding the chocolate hues underneath. Everyone who usually walked past him on the streets seemed to be avoiding the outside today. He couldn’t blame them. It was one of the rainiest days of the season, highly unusual during the summertime. Opening one eye, he glanced at a neon-lighted clock from one of the shops — 2:45 PM. Back at home, it would’ve been about the time that Yoosung would come home from school, where he would be waiting with bags of chips in his hand and a snarky comment about something that had happened that day. Everything seemed to be so much more lively back then. And now he was sitting on a wet bench, reminiscing about the past. His mission had been achieved, target was now six feet under yet he felt no emotion towards it.
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he felt a presence approach from nearby, hazel eyes opening as a tall figure came into sight.