— 〶 HARBINGER .
@yfxsooyoung
If only he had someone to tell him.
Someone to pop in and give a run down of what would happen in the next few years, what he’d be like as a third year or as an initiate. Or as a boyfriend of the coach’s daughter (that one, really deserved a warning).
Jung Sooyoung, his short-lived moment of bliss. The weird brush of a cold breeze kissing your nose, the spray of the ocean’s breath on your cheek, she is the salt staining your skin and hair.
Why they let go, he wasn’t exactly sure himself but it wasn’t something worth moping over. Simply didn’t deserve any negativity, especially not here. The East Wing, top floor, an empty room in the corner. Two years ago he and Sooyoung used to come here and face the windows and they’d talk. It was something Jaebum never found himself all that accustomed to, warm and comforting thoughts worth sharing with someone. It was almost annoying that she was the one to break the lone neighborhood dog, the one nobody touched for their own safety.
And she wrapped her fucking collar around him.
He snorted softly, thinking back to the room’s reminiscences. Jaebum’s body leaned on the desk he was sitting at, his arm stretched out as a pillow for his head. His hand was starting to tingle, there was a raw stretch in his shoulder, and he was skipping lunch for this.
A lonely short half an hour in the past; his short-lived moment of bliss.
