the air took control of my lungs as I open the exit of the Cafe.
The same coffee smell leaving my nose as I once push my body through the door and into the busy streets of Seoul. Construction still going on, sounds of mallets hitting against iron structure of a small building, a non-specific design coming into eyes. The same glass buildings surrounding the small coffee house and many cars carelessly trying to make it out the way. Patters of shoes against the rocky ground and honks sounding whenever someone did something out of the ordinary, only to be rewarded with a curse but in all honesty, I'm sick of this already.
I walk against the way the flow of the crowd and collected my surroundings.
I peek at the sides of the streets, hoping that, if I do turn a corner, I would be faced with a friendly field, with small kids running around the park,oping my headache distance off elsewhere. Personally thinking I could fit in with the kids, by being the short, cute adult.
But from the research of Seoul, the place was an impossible getaway to... nothing...
Just the same honking of cars and crowded sidewalks leading off to the endless alleyways which couldn't be completed with the strength left in my legs. Most turns lead to foreign parts, leaving me confused of each direction I took, which would be simply avoided if I just went home.
The crowds don't seem that bad but being short has it's disadvantages. I can't see where I'm going in the middle of these far taller people who seemed to tower over me, especially when it's a Tuesday.
Tuesday seems to have some different perception to it compared to the other days.
It seems to have a complete different flow compared to the other days.
Monday is hated on for being the end of the weekend, Friday is praised on for being the beginning of the weekend, but Tuesday is one step closer to the end everyone is hoping to reach.
Having the same sound as 'Monday' to most people but also having the vibe of 'I'm not tired as much as I was yesterday' hinting on to the edges of every single Monday.
Feeling my hair flying in different directions caused me to noticed the slight change of weather, leaving me relieved that I had a sweater placed around my waist
Grabbing it, I shoved my body through the hole and into the sweater, warmth taking over, cold skin soon visible towards the warm weather under the tuff cloth.
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we count in twos - kaisoo
FanfictionKyungsoo seems to pull himself in rather than drag himself out, little known, it's a fact he's just missing a huge piece of his black and blue world.
