atlas records hq september 2020, with @vldyeseul
the cold of the hardwood of the brightly lit room floor was a of great comfort after extended hours of practice. moonsan might have wiped it clean using his shirt and sweatpants as he kept rolling around immersed in the screen of his phone, trying to find a spot that hadn’t soaked up any heat that radiated off of him. perhaps he could have remained stagnant for hours had she not walked past the small windows peaking into the hallway. usually the music blasting in the room made it easy to disconnect. but it was silent enough for the floored man to seek out the source of footsteps, raising to his feet immediately once his mind processed the passing vision of her. it was always like that whenever he saw yeseul, moonsan going out of his way to insert himself into her life in hopes of some kind of form of attentiveness or at least acknowledgement.
“hi, stranger!“ he called out after her while fumbling with the singular key in his hand as he tried his best to lock up the practice room he’d just been unwinding in without getting too distracted. it took him exactly seven seconds to swing his backpack and jacket on his right shoulder, turn the lights off and stumble out of the room. “you heading out?” without thinking twice moonsan found himself taking long strides towards yeseul, willingly winding up the jack in the box once again, having already forgotten the general rule that the toy always pops. it was just the question of when the countdown will run out. “or are you on some secret snc business i should not know about?” a curious spark played in his eyes as moonsan kept a stable gaze on yeseul, lips curling into a tight, catish grin. despite the question, it was obvious that no matter what answer he will receive, there’s very little chance of him simply leaving the older woman to it.
