no one could agree on whether krampus was a man or a woman. one person or several. whether it was even the same person (or people) every time, every hit, every nuclear explosion or leaked evidence of electoral tampering or robin hood-esque creative redistribution of goods… it was just krampus. mysterious. unreachable. unknowable. silent - until that moment of destruction, of pain and screaming and retribution… when there came the holly and the ivy, singing through the speakers.

there's no use in running against time, but jimin just wants a few moments more at hoseok's side.

jimin tunes out the voices and the stomping feet, eyes turned up toward the ceiling of the car. his finger taps against the steering wheel, a metronome keeping him grounded to what's around him. his selective, little world.

280 taps. jimin flicks on the headlights, his foot descends on the gas pedal. he drives.

jimin's thoughts are on fire and hoseok's just trying to forget.

sep 13 2019 ∞
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