◈ hotel.

@sʜ ◇ m lalisa At the crack of dawn, Seonghwa was already wide awake and alert. He didn't really get that much sleep last night, it's a problem that already existed way before he was taken to this nightmare-fuelled world, so it wasn't something that was too concerning for anyone even himself to worry about. But despite the lack of sleep, he seems to be fine, he functions properly throughout the whole day even with just two hours of sleep—his body got so used to it.

Looking into their supplies, the male notices how little they have left—it's enough to get them through for a total of three days or less, but it's still a sign for them to start scavenging for more before they run out of it. Water isn't much of a problem, the building they're currently residing in has running water (which was pretty surprising considering how worned-down it is), it's the food and medical supplies that are running low.

() sorry for the late starter! muse died off for a while and then i got distracted by everything u_u;;

@◈ c san ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ holding his breath wooseok listens carefully as the doors to the lobby - the ones he had run through earlier - creeked loudly as someone walked through them. he brought a hand up over his mouth to try and stifle any potential noises, while wrapping his other arm around his legs to keep himself from moving. the sound of footsteps against the floor only further heightened his fear. whoever was in the hotel with him seemed to be looking for him, and wooseok realizes that his actions may have led to a most certain downfall. his anxiousness of being in the open led him to hide under the desk where he felt safe, rather than finding another exit to leave the hotel altogether. just because he had initially felt safe didn't mean he was actually safe. he can't tell if the person walking through the lobby is toying with him or truly looking through every spot they can, but it makes his pulse thump heavily in his chest and wrists. 'please don't look here, please don't look here,' he thinks to himself, eyes closed shut, as if being unable to see would make everything okay.

@◇ j wooseok Walking down the now silent halls, San hummed a song, one that may come across as eerie but to him it was a sweet melody. There is no other room that the path would lead him to other than the lobby area itself, maybe that's where he'll be finding this mysterious playmate of his. Arriving at the lobby area, the room was empty and quiet—too quiet. San already had it all figured out which places the person could be hiding at, there's not much hiding spots here compared to any other room, but San thinks that it's far too early for him to just end the fun here when they just started the game. So, he purposely avoids looking into the obvious hiding spots to look into the most unlikely ones, giving the person a false sense of hope or perhaps he was making them more nervous with how close he was in their hiding spot, who knows? "Not here either," he muttered after looking behind the dusty curtains near the blocked exit, coughing a bit from the dust that entered his lungs.

@◈ c san ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ faintly wooseok wonders if the rapid beating of his heart is going to throw him into cardiac arrest, and if he might collapse and die on the moth-bitten carpet under his feet. there's a buzzing in his ears as he turns into another hall and sees a propped open pair of doors at the end. he runs through, finding himself in the broken and hollow lobby of the hotel. glass and split wood litter the floor. the carpet near the entrance is sun-bleached so heavily that it doesn't look the same as the rest of the carpet further back, near the bar and the concierge desk. spotting the tall frame of the desk wooseok looks behind him, stopping in place and breathing heavily before jogging as quietly as he can behind the desk. he lowers himself, squeezing underneath into a small alcove with nothing else to block off the opening, but hope that whoever is here with him doesn't look around to his hiding spot.

@◇ j wooseok Another loud sound was heard from the other room and San caught a glimpse of someone running down the hall through the open doorway. There was no need for him to rush after them, he has no goals as of now—this isn't the trial so he wasn't allowed to do anything to anyone but he does like the adrenaline and excitement he was feeling from this impromptu cat and mouse game between him and the other person. Giving the other person a full minute head start, San walked out of the room and wandered to the direction where the figure ran off to. Surely they must have found a new hiding spot by now, he thought.

@◈ c san ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ at this point wooseok is stuck between his hide or flight instincts (he doesn't have nearly enough stupid bravery to fight). he hears the same voice now speaking, muffled by some walls, meaning they must be in another room - searching. wooseok comes to the decision that staying hidden might be worse than running if he got caught in the closet. he's tall, meaning his legs are long, and he's a pretty fast sprinter, but he doesn't have that much stamina. he pushes open the door just a crack and holds his breath. a moment later he makes the impulsive choice to bolt out of the closet and out of the room, crashing into a side table and knocking it over on his way out before running down the hall.

@◇ j wooseok Hearing a loud sound coming from one of the rooms behind him, San turns his head and lifted an eyebrow. 'That was too loud for a rat,' he thought to himself as he twists his body to that direction. 'Must be another person,' he opens the door and explored the first room. He looked under the bed, the bathroom and even the closet, nothing. "Playing hide and seek, are we?" he said in a playful tone of voice, loud enough for the other person to hear him.

() issok snsn

@◈ c san ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ finally, wooseok feels like he's about to calm down as he gets his breathing under control, and that's when he hears the voice. it sounds like someone singing, and his reaction is instant. a quick intake of breath as his heartrate skyrockets again, and a jolt that has him accidentally kicking the door to the closet, no doubt loud enough to be heard by whatever or whoever is outside. "," he says under his breath, quickly reaching to pull the door fully closed again, hoping there's no one there and it's just his imagination.

[] i'm soRRY I NEVER SAW THIS SDKFJHDSKJFH

@◇ j wooseok Roaming the halls of the hotel, San got nothing else better to do. He mindlessly walks as he sings his favourite song, not really caring how loud he was being. His voice echoes throughout the hallway and if someone was in one of the rooms, they would surely hear him singing like a drunk man who downed 7 bottles of beer in a party. "Ah, there's nothing much to do around here," he complained, particularly to no one.

() sorry that it's short for now u_u

ever since he was a kid wooseok had felt most comfortable in small spaces, like closets and cupboards. open areas were just too big, too daunting - and there was nowhere to hide. not that he really had anything to hide from except for his own thoughts, but the feeling of a wall against his back or a blanket over his knees was comforting. when he would have nightmares as a kid his parents would find him the following morning, sleeping in his closet. wooseok sort of feels like a kid now, trapped in some strange nightmare. he's not sure how to explain where he is or what's happening, but the abandoned hotel seemed like a safe place for him to stay after waking up. just for a bit, as he tries to gather himself together, squished into one of the room closets.

[ open starter ! ]