resuscitation, by way of falling. blockquote: Now itβs empty. Itβs just him, half-crazed and in mourning, walking around rooms that used to hold everything within them. So what happens when you die? And where do you go? The answer is nowhere. Fucking nowhere. No explosions, no slips into sleep, no poetic stardust and interplanetary detonation. Hanbin thinks, of all the possible endings and infinite solutions in the universe, that this is probably the worst he ever couldβve imagined. Itβs been two weeks since Hanbin died, and he canβt stop lingering.Now itβs empty. Itβs just him, half-crazed and in mourning, walking around rooms that used to hold everything within them. So what happens when you die? And where do you go? The answer is nowhere. Fucking nowhere. No explosions, no slips into sleep, no poetic stardust and interplanetary detonation. Hanbin thinks, of all the possible endings and infinite solutions in the universe, that this is probably the worst he ever couldβve imagined. Summary: Itβs been two weeks since Hanbin died, and he canβt stop lingering.
resuscitation, by way of falling graphic. orange and blue. it's very pretty, lots of sunlight and birds and shadows of flowers. legs reflected in a mirror. crumpled bedsheets.
resuscitation, by way of falling
βΊ bnb
βΊ rated e, 17k
βΊ this is a ghost story
βΊ mcd, angst, introspection, post-canon
βΊ written for @rainbow-zerose.bsky.social
ao3 π: archiveofourown.org/works/65712631
