quiet // taeyong ff

04

today, things really did get hard for me.

so that'll explain why i'm saying it in forgotten storage room which is filled with old books and old paper work.

i'm sat, my back leaning against the cold crawling off paint on the wall.

my hand trembling with the lighter in between my fingers.

i get scared.

a bit.

i can smell the faint scent of smoke in here, guessing it's used for that to.

i flicked on the lighter.

eyes shining as a stare at the orange fire.

" for fucks sake,"

my body jumped as i heard the voice speak, the lighter now laid on the floor.

i stared where the noise came from.

and then a shadow came behind two large boxes.

and i saw him.

the quiet kid.