𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖕. perhaps, it has become tradition now for every win to be thrown across shoulders, sashes that glowed, mimicking the glittery tutus of pageants. a ridiculous comparison of sports to that of frivolous charades and one of beauty, to think that a ball itself could be guided with ease to its goal, is an art form itself. shirts with names, numbers beneath them, as a tint of cerise spreads across his features. hues of henna quick to examine the vicinity, almost instinctively as he would have on his own court. the silence that once reigned throughout his reverie, drowned out by the triumphant cheers of his much, much louder colleagues. his coach in the same uniform he was always in, excluding his infamous whistle, directing his basket ball team inside of the vicinity.
laser tag.
he was told that today was a day of new changes, alterations that differed from the last. ceremonies so far have been celebrated at various fancy restaurants, only to have today be the one that would stand out the most. his coach explaining what the game encompassed, everyone excited, cheers accompanied by the frequent booing of his teammates echoing throughout the place, some already divided up into their own individual groups. a defeated sigh, audibly leaving him as he was dragged by the arm to join one of the teams.
he loves his team, they were like family. his own, being very much neglecting of his own needs, having forced him into the music industry at a young age, only to rebel, becoming a world class athlete to prove a point. pathetic. or rather, humorous. his veins glowed a tint of green, the pleasant sister was the golden child, and he was nothing more than a rusted chunk of gold... perhaps copper. true gold does not rust, albeit this fact, the golden cage that stored his beating organ showed signs of early failure. perhaps it was heartache... it was inevitable after all, he had broken many bones as to finally make it here, his heart was surely not invincible.
another sigh leaving him, as he stands with his team, preparing to be allowed into the laser tag game. his gaze drifts and falls onto one of the employees ( @seungwonwy ), ❝ rough day ? it’s about to get rougher. ❞ a scoff leaving him, his expression altering to one of tiredness, he’d much prefer to be at home celebrating by himself.