wrong number !! phan

popcorn

i walk out to the corridor, passing endless open doors. i ignore everyone and walk to the kitchen.

once i'm in, i head towards one of the cabinet. i pull it open and take out a wrapped up instant popcorn.

i head towards the already turned on microwave. i groan, peeking through the glass. i see a pack of non-buttered popcorn.

i scoff, plopping down on a chair as i wait. i look around to see who's it is. surprisingly the kitchen is empty, except for me.

two minutes and a fully popped bag of popcorn later, i pull out the hot bag of popcorn and place it on the side.

"that'll be mine." a familiar voice says from behind me. i gasp, standing perfectly still.

a pair of warm arms wrap themselves around me. i turn around, softly crying.

for the first time since he's left, i feel safe.

he snuggles his head into my collarbone. he plants soft kisses that'll later bloom.

{a/n: super sorry, i was really busy yesterday.}