(I'm sorry about the title, I just...I had to)
??? P.O.V.
When I came to, I had no idea where I was. Glancing around, I saw I was in some sort of lounge. How did I get here? I don't think I've been kidnapped; if I had I'd be in some sort of cell or something. A small noise to my right startles me, and I turn to see a dude...sleeping on my shoulder.
How did that happen? Nobody would ever be allowed close to me, unless...I pull up his sleeve.
Oh. I get it now.
I took a longer look at my surroundings. I was sitting on a gray couch that was pushed up against the wall, and there were two more people seated on it. One was that Martie girl from the orphanage, and the man was another stranger. Accross from the couch, two men were cuddled up on a single chair. I barely resisted the urge to jump up and squish their cheeks. One man on the opposite chair was awake, and on his phone.
I jumped when someone walked in.
They he saw me looking, and smiled. "Hi Quinn! Couldn't sleep?" He asked.
I hesitated. "I...I'm not Quinn. I'm Angel, their second personality."
The man stared at me with wide eyes.
"Nice to meet you...?" I said weakly.
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Stuck With Jungkook
أدب الهواةWe live in a world where Soulmates are a thing, and each soulmate has a matching tattoo. As it turns out, I happen to be soulmates with a korean kpop idol. Like, a really FAMOUS idol. Not that I mind, he seems nice, but you know...I'm not the type...
