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It’s been three days of nearly constant darkness. Nearly full darkness. Of noise which gets through the walls into their apartment. Tiny grains of sand on the floor by the vents.
Jeongin swipes it twice a day.
Hyunjin pretends not to see it.
He chews the last grape, trying to memorise the taste. Tiny seeds crunching between his teeth. Like sand.
And then he kisses Hyunjin, no sand in his mouth. Just slick wetness, familiar warmth.
How cold is the wind outside and when will it calm?
They try to divide the last grains of rice equally.
One, two, three.