that angst tho ➡ accepting; for @xxb-ae
like lingering smoke, the night stretched on, and for sam, that was more than what he needed.
too often, he found himself on a type of whim that called for something he couldn’t quite grasp or understand, but the taste was that of the end of summer, and smelled of the melancholy he kept inside. on such a night, he’d been watching the rain and the sunset that seemed to set behind it, a sight to behold, indeed. perhaps it was the scene of it all that seemed to ring true within, that he was seeing himself reflected in the world at just this moment, but for once, things seemed to make a bit of sense, as opposed to the nonsensical workings of his daily life.
the knock at his door was unexpected, of course, though it wasn’t unsurprising; since his return to seoul, those he hadn’t seen in many a moon had dropped by to uijeong-bu, though most complained of his choice of neighbourhood, as it had been “much easier to find him in hongdae” – explaining that he’d gotten tired of those lights he coveted for a year and a half was hard to do, and putting it into words seemed to be an even more trying task… and so, he was settled with the easier route of his office space, that he needed it, and that his work, was his reason for growing up just a little, but not by much. as it was, he answered the door in nothing but his boxer shorts, so used to the comers-by that he wasn’t expecting the sight of yumi drenched in the shimmering rain he’d just been mesmerized with, and it was only when she pushed past him and stalked off to his bathroom that he realized what was going on, barely giving himself time to shut the door as he went after her.
“it’s not even five oclock, girl – don’t tell me you already been drinkin’;” he managed as he grabbed up a couple of his towels to drape around her, taking the biggest of them all to tower behind her to ruffle at her hair a bit, to which he heard her sigh underneath the cloth, her chest rising and falling before gentle sobs were heard. these visits seemed to make less sense as they continued, but this was his girl, his rideordie, and if the rain she so loved hadn’t fixed things on the way over…
then the universe had some explaining to do.