ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ || c.yj + h.k ✓(ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ ᴏғ "ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs")

Six; Yeonjun

I silently drove through the city.

A small smile was on my face.

'He is coming home.'

It has been almost two weeks since I found him.

And nine days since I found out I am the only one who can hear him.

He is fine now.

And he can come with me now.

The air was filled with the smell of roses and gardenia.

He is coming home.

"He left half an hour ago."

'What?'