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Obscurity Twilight

Obscurity
Noun
the state of being unknown, inconspicuous, or unimportant.

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Minho woke up in the middle of the twilight, the moon bright and casting white hues into the room. If he had to guess it was two or three in the morning, a usual time he was awake by. The internal clock of his body didn't seem to care, as he felt alive and awake. He couldn't see the sun but based on the wide-open window with no over the sea of midnight black and blues spilling into the ever-going light blue and emerald, green of the morning sunrise was growing. His usual stiff body wasn't as tense as he remembered he was in a safe area. It wasn't some ally way or an old motel that wasn't even passing health checks. It may have been slightly run down and a work in progress, but it was by far the best place he has slept at in years. The comfort of an actual bed and mattress felt good to lay in. The soft quilt that practically lulled him to sleep last night to begin with smelt of vanilla. He had to admit Jisung kept the bedroom organised and even had a bed perfectly ready for him considering it wasn't set when he arrived hours before. He laid there in a daze; he was seeing patterns littering the roof of the bedroom. Some glow stars that were dulled but still present with its illumination.

Minho let his eyes wander towards the other bed after staring up at ceiling for however long, he didn't count the time, he counted the one-hundred and twenty-five glowing stickers. Jisung wasn't in his bed where Minho first left him.

He let a breath escape, and then forced his tears to stay hidden. He could be angry if he wanted to be, at any time. But showing his tears was the last thing he ever wanted to do. One thing he hated; he didn't enjoy the nighttime loneliness that would sink in.

Still staring at the empty bed.

The bed was tidy and made, headphones and generation one I-Pod where you still had to circle a button to scroll through music sat on the end table. It was old. Maybe not as old as Minho's MP3 player but definitely ranked on the historical age of technology.

Minho forced himself to sit up. It wasn't like he could roll over and go back to sleep anyways. He pulled himself out of the warmth security of the bed, and went for his backpack, the other bag he always carried – one that he may have stolen a few days into their travels. They needed something to carry stuff in and they never stayed in the same place for long. In fact, this place probably wasn't going to be called their forever home either. It was only temporary. That's what Minho kept telling himself.

He needed Felix and Seungmin to understand they couldn't stay here. It wasn't their place. Or at least not Minho's place.

To minho his home was lost long ago. Time frozen where his childhood was left. That stupid house, with those stupid parents, with the stupid trauma being the only things that followed him into his adult life.

Pulling on a baggy pair of grey sweatpants and a long sleeve tee shirt to cover his whole body. It was chilly upon pulling himself out of warmth and comfort of a bed. Silently leaving the room he treaded the long hallway and decided to wander the bunker to become familiar with it. His goal – find the kitchen and maybe a washroom in the process. if he was bound to live here, he needed to know where these necessities were.

All doors were shut but a single one. He slipped towards it, hoping it was the washroom, taking notice he wasn't alone. He peaked through the crack of the door not seeing anything but a computer light. Not wanted to be that person he pulled his head out and continued his way.

In the dark, this bunker felt endless. The cold tiled flooring didn't help much with the feeling of it being lonely either. It made it more eerie to be traversing unknown territory. He eventually did find the bathroom at the end of the hall and shortly there after found the kitchen the opposite direction of where he went.