cold hands. ➳ yoonmin

evenings.

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it is now 7 pm, what once was la la land became the storm king's lair. the harsh, deafening sound of thunder attack, it was as if the sun went to hide and a pen had dipped itself in black and grazed the water colored canvas, seeping in obsidian tears into a inked sky. the flickering glow of lightning begins to illuminate like fireflies sending secret messages. gathering piles of clouds angrily pushing against each other, nudging the sun to go away. soon, all i could see were the dimmed lights of the once lit sun. the charcoal stained skies watched the plane like predator and prey, it had the metal bird right where it wanted it. the violent wind whipped the engine around. some passengers were shaking, i felt a numbing coldness gripped my heart. it lasted not one, not two, but it seemed everlasting. yet, i couldn't turn my eyes away, it reverberated around the city's domain below. i should've turnt away, yes, i should've, but i was caught. i was caught not only in the storm, i was also caught by jimin.