Minseok is beat. Dead beat from all the bullshit called living the life. He is inadequate. The amount of people who are sky-high better than he is unquantifiable. The scattered artificial neon lights of the bustling city below him almost match the stars in the vast night sky. His chubby cheeks are in a beautiful shade of scarlet, the tip of his ears tinged in faded red, his black scarf almost reaching up to his quivering pink pert lips. He shouldn’t be there fighting the night air, biting against the cold weather but he needed a breather from the limbo that he is currently wedged in. Anyone could do what he is doing, sadly so because Kim Minseok doesn’t want to be just anyone. As he waddles deeper to his dreams, he becomes exposed to a foreign water, overwhelming his senses sending a ringing alarm to his very core. Panic scorches through his veins, lungs lagging with air, he is drowning. His dreams drown him, the deep blue sucking every fiber of his strength to oblivion. It wasn’t supposed to , he should be seeing the beacon, he is far too accustomed to this darkness, buried in to deep that he doesn’t even bother reaching up. He is gasping for air, for quitting because as he lay awake at night, he wonders if he even got it. He is tired and he shouldn’t be. He wanted this.
