▸　❛ gym

@❛ yugyeom kim。 A restless mind had been cursed with abominable images. Dreams that deviate from pleasure or a depiction of real life, instead scenic in its treachery brought unto her by demons from hell. Imagine: a peaceful slumber; a temporary resolution from the horrors of life itself. Paradise away from the obstacles of grueling routine, and malevolently annexed onto, terror in the wake of a demonic entity in the form of a human. With murderous intent, cryptic memorandum via the device she carries in her the back pocket of her jeans. Consternation that she wished to escape from, in her lover’s arms, in the safety of a grandoise bedroom within closed doors. Now, part two: the female had willingly surrendered to the songs from Anthemoessa, to pleasantly curl into Hypnos’ arms with the promise of rejuvenation within the unconscious. And a paradise it was, because the man she had adored had welcomed her with open arms and a beautiful smile. Except, this picture had been void of tranquility. Void of—speaking of. This image had been torn by his entrance, interrupted by his insistance to accompany her despite their pestiferous exchange of words just minutes before. “Okay.” Was all she could manage in quietude, refusing to meet his eyes out of precaution. Precaution that hell would come back to her, to plague her memories once again.

@❛ lalisa manoban。 untenable obstinacy thwarts his being from a much desired appeasement, forbids him the relief of mind she could have easily supplied. a sort of relentless concern augmenting the strain he was in. Nonchalantly, she broke free from his line of sight, practically goading the mirrored tenacity he'd displayed. As though to challenge the ego he possessed, coerce him into stepping on his pride for she knew he wouldn't permit her the menace of being alone. The male was exasperated, plausibly, the first time he's immensely piqued to his limits; for he felt utterly powerless in a time of need. Inadequate to protect those around him. He could nearly still feel Ariana's blood on his hands, the unknown condition of hers haunting him far more than he would have liked to admit. And yet, she who he thought would alleviate his mental state, had chosen to exacerbate it instead. Albeit, it surely was unintentional of her. Thus, he found himself leaning against the doorway of the gym, arms crossed in a firm fashion. Had she not mattered to him this deeply, he wouldn't be there. Silent, but there nonetheless. it doesn't take him long to make his way to her, sitting on the floor with his back pressed against a wall. and before she could ask, he responded to the most predictable question. "I'm not leaving you alone."

@❛ yugyeom kim。 A heavy exhale emanates in a windless room; vacant and almost too still. She’s alone, the only company her reflection and the criticizing gaze that befalls her. See: a tall figure in the room. Svelte and perhaps capable of defending herself, if it weren’t for the frailty of her breaths, and the pigmentation beneath onyx irises. She’s pale. Seemingly a victim of malnutrition. More realistically: a victim of sleepless nights. Willowy limbs are raised above her head as sore, lithe digits comb through strands of silver. Gather at the crown of her head, and secured with a hair tie. She takes another look and emits yet another sigh. This time, it ricochets from wall to wall, until it surrounds her as if it had been fed through an amplified system. A pandemonium; an obnoxious reminder that she had been weak enough to be influenced by images in her brain, figments of imagination that were only really just that: imagination. A constructed reality, or lack thereof. Images that had brought her to betray her own words and frustrate the one person she had imposed them upon. The echoes of her own turmoil had only been a mnemonic for her stubborn nature, of her inability to listen to concerned voices. But she convinces herself that she had reason. Because she had been afraid to admit to him that her lack of cooperation had been rooted in him. Or at least, an image of him that had come to her that night. Lowering herself onto the ground, she begins this process of distraction. She eases herself into a split, then leans forward so that her forearms meet glazed parquet. And yet another sigh leaves her.

[ LMAO oops! ]

@❛ junhoe koo。 [ ] lmao i really wasn't expecting anyone to respond to this ajsgdasghdw

sehun turned to the sudden male voice who was addressing him. it was someone he didn't know, he hadn't seen this person around in the apartment complex yet. already anxious at the fact that the empty gym would now have to be shared with this stranger, sehun took a small step away. "sorry." he flatly just said, judging by the tone and his spoken words, that the latter was upset with him for some reason.

remembering that his therapist also told him that exercise would help to improve his mood, sehun walked to the gym in his unicolor track suit set and headband, hoping that it was empty. indeed it was, entering the empty gym. sehun the lights, and walked to the area where there were mirrors, starting to stretch as a warm-up.