Sera’s been on edge ever since the announcement of Joonyoung’s capture was made. The city celebrated and rejoiced, and she pursed her lips in worry. She had a bad feeling about the turnout of events, woke up every morning with a slight fear of what updates would be uttered on the morning news, or who’d knock her door or call her phone to invite her to a gathering of black with a coffin in the middle of the crowd. She wanted to know how Joonyoung was captured, to ease her mind about the one person she’d been looking for and waiting on for months. But unfortunately, she could not be granted that chance.
So she kept her concerns bottled in her chest, it wasn’t like she could tell anyone about them to begin with, and if her act fell short and she was caught frowning and dismal, she blamed it on a streak of pessimism that had hit her, that she merely hoped everyone was not simply enjoying the calm before a terrible storm. She wasn’t fully lying when she said that.
Anyway, there was a Lights Festival that was held in honour of the capture, and that was regarded by the public as, perhaps, the greatest thing the police has done since the city fell apart. She had already rejected the offers of her coworkers to join them in the celebrations multiple times, and the festival was soon coming to an end. She didn’t have it in her to celebrate, with the amount of worry clouding her mind, but when Minseok invited her to join him, she helplessly agreed.
He was one of the closest people to her, having known each other since they were children, and with his line of work, free time was not easily acquired, so she wasn’t about to miss the chance to hang out with him for a while.
Sera hated being late, but her editor kept her longer than expected, ( in truth, she had to sneak out of the publishing office to call it a day... ), so she came rushing to the meeting point agreed upon with Minseok. She panted slightly, after having run a few blocks, and she carefully scanned her surroundings, hoping to catch sight of her friend in the packed crowd.
Finally, she caught sight of him, and a smile graced her lips. She walked up to him from behind, rhythmically tapping his shoulder opposite to where she stood, and proceeded to laugh once she’d captured his attention. “So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how late am I? Do I need to worry right now?”
