Jongin carries the dead to the other side
The lights flicker. Breathe. The sun goes dark.Tv static. The water dries out.Turn around. Lightning from a clear sky.Run. They're following.Don't stop. Time moves strangely.They're coming.
Kyungsoo loves lazy nights, loud music and the view from his bedroom window
Luhan doesn't need to open the door to know that the blonde haired boy is waiting up for him.
Tomorrow we might refer to it as a release of dopamine mixed with serotonin and norepinephrine, today we call it love.
Kyungsoo is like fire; ever flowing energy as the sun both rises and sets, stealing breathes and leaving marks wherever he goes.