└ old showers in block c

*walks out here, getting cold from the walk, and decides to take a shower*

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/wanders in and looks around, finding the showers and sinks and shifts only long enough to fill one of the sinks with water
/shifts and not so gracefully slips into the water, my face dunking under the water multiple times, quickly trying to turn myself so I could ball up and float in the water

@♕ Kim Yesung to call dongwook reclusive was a misnomer. he preferred his own company to that of anyone else, and would rarely opt to entertain. that fact, along with business affairs and a notoriously short-but-quiet fuse, is why his doctor had prescribed nightly walks years ago when he had his first cardiac episode. that night should have been as uneventful as any other night as he made his circuitous walk of the grounds, overdressed as always even with his collar undone and sleeves loosely folded back to his elbows, too expensive silk tie hung untied about his neck, and the heavy watch on his wrist and its sharp crystal face catching moonlight and lamplight alike to glitter like diamonds. the last he expected to chance upon was a light on in the high windows of the old, crumbling block building left abandoned in favor of newer facilities. the gravel path crunched under his polished loafers, the only sound besides the incessant droning buzz of the cicadas no doubt leading their own short lives to do nothing but and breed until death. it's beneath him, just as the pallid light in the window should be, and yet his curiosity needed sating. he was quiet in pushing open the door, the thought he might chance upon some debauched escapade briefly crossed his mind. what would he have done if he had witnessed a pair of slaves in the throws of passion? a master teaching one of the servants a lesson in the most crude ways? none of that mattered in the end, of course, because what he found was so much more... amusing. "oh how low can one fall," he muttered at the sight in front of him. dongwook would have known him anywhere, but somehow and wet seemed the most apropos. he pulled the door shut behind himself so that it wouldn't be caught by a stiff breeze and slammed just as much as to be certain of privacy should anyone else stumble upon a lit window and search for the source. the soles of his loafers were hard on the tile floor of the shower room, a clipped, echoing tap of each step announcing his presence just under the persistent patter of the shower. the slow build of steam did little to obscure what he was seeing, and oh what a sight it was. "i didn't think i would see you anytime soon." he says with his voice raised, but even. "but it stands to reason that if i did it would be while you're , alone, and soaked. it's almost poetic."

@♕ Lee Dongwook This was a safe space. It was something Yesung had convinced himself of quite some time ago as he stepped into the dark room, the click of a switch causing light to pour in, the bulb buzzing as it flickered between life and death, casting ominous shadows on the wall that he had long grown desensitized to given the amount of time he had spent there over the years. The door clicked shut behind him, stopping in his tracks as a disassociated gaze fell onto the ground, his mind numb to his thoughts despite how many have come to overwhelm him within the single span of a day. He would have stayed that way too if the sound of a branch tapping against a frosted window didnt pull his attention, lips pursing as dull nails scratched at the side of his neck more out of habit than seeking relief. "Keep it together Jongwoon" He sighed out, heavy steps echoing against tiled floors as he slung the towel from over his shoulder to drape it on the side of the wall, his own, personal toiletries already lined up against the edge of the shower walls, having rationalized this place to have long been abandoned by another living soul besides himself. He took a deep breath to hold it in, the musty scent of neglect and mother earth slowly creeping back in to lay claim to a space that once belonged to her was oddly comforting. Granted, it was no place for a prince, but that's what made it so appealing. Yesung dropped his bag of night clothes onto a nearby bench before he started stripping down the stiff clothing adorning his body, letting them lay on the dirt-splotched ground as he stepped into the shower area, body remaining well out of distance from the initial spray of cold water as he twisted the faucet on, allowing the stream to warm up. It was only a matter of seconds before he found himself shifting under the stream, eyes closed and hand pressed to the wall for balance, allowing the water to wash away the stress of the day, unaware of the living hell that was to follow.