gunwoo is in the living room with his gaze fixated on the computer screen, his mind absent to the television providing some noise in the background. he’s lazily lounging on the couch as one of his legs is draped over the armrest, but his eyes, on the contrary, are all over the place — his fingers are desperately trying to keep up with the rhythm as well. “ hey, ” he speaks up after a pregnant pause, turning to the closest person within his radius. “ do you want to go skydiving? i found a good place, but it’s cheaper for two. ”












