𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 // Heeseung x Reader

Prologue

„𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 만일 우리 다시,
만나게 되면 나를 끌어안아줘,"

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𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟔𝟐𝟒, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥 - 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚, 𝟎:𝟎𝟒
With the Sun collapsed beneath giant clouds, a woman lies in her bed, feeling the weight of those clouds as if she herself was the Sun.

She wasn't feeling any better since the previous night, or the one before that. Every night was filled with the same dread of what might happen.

The city of Seoul was always so busy, even during nighttime, but lately, it's become dark and empty. Why, she often asked herself. She was determined to find that out.

With the Sun down, her energy drained from work and absolutely no will to get up, she eventually does. She gets dressed, nearly tripping over her bag, abandoned on the floor as soon as she got home.

She then sighs, and holds herself together. Or so she tries, before muttering a few curses. Light ones, of course. Totally didn't scream fuck across the entire apartment complex.

„I wish I was always as poetic as I sometimes am. But the poet society is dead, and so are most of my manners." she speaks out loud, as if to explain herself to the non-existent shadows of her predecessors.

She sighs once more. This time, it's to collect her thoughts. She checks the time and weather, making sure it was still foggy. The storm has only ended a few minutes ago, cue the sudden means to go out.

„You know, this would be a lot easier if I knew what I was searching for. Maybe for once could I get a clue? It's like a game at this point, and I'm a sore loser." she complains some more while zipping up her boots. She snatches her keys afterwards, along with her phone and pepper spray, just in case men decided to not just ruin her day, but her night too.

„Realistically, this wouldn't do shit. But I still carry it around..." she mumbles, then continues with a more confident tone while making her way down the stairs.

"Realistically though, I could beat the shit out of most men I've seen around."

The woman smirks, shaking her head. The door in front of her creaks as she pushes it open, despite it being modern, and she finally takes in the smell of a rainy night in Seoul.

Her gaze lowers from the sky to puddles and their reflection of streetlights. The urge to jump into them intensifies.

She chuckles and walks down the street, then turns left and does that for a while. She's searching for anything that could be causing these people to stay home. Was there something they were scared of?

She wouldn't know. She was an extrovert, but people just weren't really into hanging out with foreigners anymore. Whenever her european accent pushed it's way through the words she spoke, people would immediately stare her down like a doll at show and tell. Usually, a nod of understanding or a shrug was what she'd do before leaving awkwardly. Sometimes people would be nice though. Sometimes they'd take her in, and be kind. That was before she'd realize they were talking to her solely because of the foreign part of her. Because she was sooo exotic.

Kicking stones had became a classic way of spending the time outside for her. It was something to do while waiting for something else to happen, you know? Something actually interesting. Not like the splashes rocks made in puddles.