Kim Dokja x OC // JoongDok
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[I really need your damned probability.]
Cheon Inho backspaced. It sounded too straightforward. Fuck, he only knows how to incite people using speech and charisma. He's no writer. If only he had Lee...
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/CHAPTER 9: Episode 2 - Reciprocation of Emotions, IV/
[To my star— shining, sweet, and six worldlines away.]
Oftentimes, I am scared to wake up. What if I open my eyes one morning and find that he's gone? I think I'd go crazy. What if he leaves? Gets terrified of me? Get bored? Tired?
He's the key to my amnesia. I know it, and I can feel it. I need to keep him in my grasp.
I asked my brother about him. I've never met this guy before, besides the seatmates thing. Yet I knew that deep down, this man mattered to me.
More than my brother, my parents, or anything else.
I just need him. And I'll be fine.
I brought my hands to my face and exhaled. Inhale, and exhale again. I looked at the mirror, greeted back by my own reflection. I couldn't place a finger on my own appearance.
The turtleneck, the wounds, the irresistible urge to smoke cigarettes and kill myself. The clear signs of mental instability that are practically out in the open. The dull golden eyes that have lost their sparkle.
It's almost a wonder why everyone...doesn't seem to notice.
Oh Yun Daehyun of the past, just what kind of person are you?
