Season 2~
The only Kdrama on Wattpad-
Eight boys, eight stories, eight people who are just doing their best when the sun rises each morning, to push through the new day, and navigate the rough waters strewn before them that is 'life.'
Pushing throu...
A/N: Fk I cringe. So welcome to Eve dictates, these fucking chapters, in thecar, because she's bored shitless, there's traffic everywhere - this cunt in front of me can't drive I need to overtake him - anyway, oh my godddd. have fun, with this fucking madness, I have no idea what is happening, I don't have my materials, I don't have my notes, I can't read my notes.I'm probably going to get fined and have an accident, Soo, let's get itttt, omgggg Oh my god I need to overtake, be-foreeeee this cunt comes up behind me. Alright. let's go.
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Mingi hadn't moved from the stool in the kitchen for god only knew how long. After the rain had settled and Yunho had headed home, time seemed to stand still. All he could think about was Yunho's bloodied, wounded neck, and that sweet kiss that had happened right where he was sitting, just hours ago...
He could still feel Yunho's lips on his own - they tingled...
He almost didn't want to touch them with his fingers, lest he forget what it felt like...
But he also wanted to grab the washing up scourer and rub it harshly over them to erase the memory forever.
His heart beat like mad, and his stomach was still filled with butterflies; dancing and fluttering about in swarms...
The door to the dorm clicked open and as Mingi looked up, he saw San walk inside, shaking the water from his damp hair and brushing it from his shoulders. As he looked up, their eyes met, and Mingi gave him a small smile. 'Heya~. You're back late?'
Kicking off his shoes, San walked over into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. 'I was rehearsing for my recital...' He paused, narrowing his eyes and staring at him. '... Hey are you okay?' Putting his glass down on the countertop, he came to stand opposite him.
Mingi glanced down, biting his lip and immediately feeling that same internal argument of don't bite them - you can still feel it... verses bite it harder and put yourself out of your misery...
'San-ah, you should probably ring Yunho.'
San frowned. 'Why?'
Sighing heavily, Mingi ran his fingers through his hair and bit back on the imagery playing before his eyes. 'Because he was stabbed in the neck on shift.' He leant across the countertop and slid his phone across to San who had choked, eyes widening.
'I'm sorry, what?!'
Mingi let his head rest heavily in his hands. 'You heard me right. There's a text in there.' He felt his stomach fill with sickening worry as the memory of his penetrating injury continued to plague his sight. The dressing had been so badly soaked, and seeingthe placement of the wound... it had scared him so much.
