Keys | Seongjoong

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Sweet summer rain. The smell that drifted through Kim Hongjoongs open window. He stared out looking out at the city that seemed to stretch for miles. People with carts on the street trying to sell their goodies, speaking in tongues he didn't understand that reminded him of flowy dresses and castles.

Hanging plants fastened to peoples balconies that dangled a thick curtain of green in front of the tall apartments. Winding vines grew through any crack the life form would be so desperate to find.

A curious mid day sun was trying its best to peek through the dark clouds that blanketed the sky.

Hongjoong knew that somewhere through that sky he would still be there, sitting back in his home dimension. Probably talking on the phone to San, the track of time lost in the back of his mind.

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Dont get too attached to this because i probably wont finish it. Teehee ✌