[Kyungsoo | Nayeon] - A Crime and Military Fiction.
They say daffodils signify change -- A new beginning and rebirth.
It is also an insignia, when the winds start to change direction. The beginning of Spring; a new season.
But as the seasons change...
6 hours ago • 17 hours after two relatively small Mafiosi riots in two separate bars in Mokpo, civilians reported 4 accounts of men--allegedly members of mafia, were seen ambling around the city suspiciously in the night.
Police officials stated that the riots that took place earlier started as two opposing groups crossed paths, starting violent disputes and fights.
In relation to the suspicious men, officials still have not found leads or clues on them, and are still on the lookout for these "alleged" Mafiosi. Due to this, civilians are urged to stay indoors while the police and various other personnel undergo a city-wide investigation.
» September 3, 2019 [article deleted by the author 4 hours ago]
Do Kyungsoo's voice rasped as he yawned, slowly spinning the umbrella on-hand back and forth in boredom as the wind howled just above the trees while water raced to reach the earth beneath his feet.
Restless, the earth is restless.
His mind, also a far cry from peace, was unrelenting with theories and hunches that haunted his beleaguered mind.
And so he just sat there, watching droplets trickle down from his umbrella to his combat boots.
It's cold. His breath hitched ever so slightly.
The rolling Nonsan hills were pelted with nonstop rain for two days now--and counting. The grim grey of the world and the chilling northbound wind seem to mirror the man who rested on that hilltop well.
There he was through the canopy on the hill, overlooking the camp as he sat near the edge of the meadow. He sat on the well while holding his umbrella for what he felt like hours, silently admiring the misty cloak of the rain to ease his troubled mind.
Light coughs escaped his lips. His back felt cold, slightly wet.
