venus fly trap | @saerinity
IN A BALLROOM IN SEOUL, A MAN WAITS FOR A SAVIOR
if changho’s childhood has given him anything — besides derangement, was endurance. he did not weep, nor did he mull over failure or whine at the unfairness of a situation. but this party was testing it; what was the use of mingling now that his social skills were hindered by the allure of alcohol and soured by han insoo. his mind engulfed in a mixture of boredom and alcoholic haze; he knows it’s rude to check his phone. changho could see his mother tutting in disappointment regardless, his fingers slip into his pocket, pulling out the object with a slight frown. 5%? shit, he’ll probably need it later; his father’s men had no idea where he was, and changho did not want to hear a lecture about how he had to be careful, especially when meetings with the other gangs were in session. who knew being a crap group chat with the other pledges would cause his phone to drain its battery. two options lay before changho, to allow his phone to die and hear his father rant at him while hungover or, maybe his eyes lift from his phone and towards the entrance of the hallway he was currently hiding in.
ready? who will be the unfortunate soul that stands as the gatekeeper to changho’s salvation?
moments turn to minutes, and once again, changho’s patience begins to thin, not one person will-
the clicking of heels clattered throughout the hallway, and the young man wafts towards the figure without much thought. his arm thrown around the petite figure as he lazily smiles at her, canines showing through.
ah. yoon saeri, posterchild for some church — he didn’t pay much attention to those christian types, his family if feeling somewhat religious, were buddhist.
“ah, my savior,” his throat filled with praise, “ would you so happen to have a phone charger, you’d be helping a poor sinner like myself.”