The very concept of time in its entirety ceased to exist in the male's existence, for the afterlife afforded no such luxury. Though somewhat ironically, the one word he would use to describe the feeling would be: alive... the bitter sensation of the cold liquid that grazed his fingertips, hair and skin gave him life-- gave him hope. Yet, for what exactly, he was not privy. Therefore, he waited and waited as the hands on the clock ticked. Surely, something was going to happen. Inevitably, someone was going to come. Be it in the form of his destruction or as a form of salvation.
As the seconds slipped into minutes and to days; just as he was tired of waiting. When the hope he garnered slipped through his fingers like sand, liberation came in the form of a woman. Her brunette locks and warm amber eyes putting aphrodite's to shame. As he faced the woman, she began some sort of ritual in the form of a dance. One, he was very familiar with. Thus, before a single second more could be wasted on menial things like a cry for help, he followed her directions to participate in the renegade. Only those beyond knew how long they went on for, but Yeonjun could only hope that some being was smart enough to record their ritual for he had dreams of being a star: a TikTok star. Oh, to speak of the things he would do once he had earned that coin too soon would be a sin.
bong jaehyun 5 seconds ago Reply
anyway, i need time to process the fact that karen is not, in fact, called karen. please respect my space and privacy during this time xx