It's broken.
Park Kyung slowly crawled back in to the light of the bright LED. More letters had been added to his now rather big collection under his bed. What's broken? Kyung didn't know. But that didn't matter. His tongue felt weird after speaking for the first time after such a long time. "Woo Jiho." He mumbled with glee. Again and again. The name was riding the merry-go-round that's known as his head. Park Kyung became addicted to the sound of this name.
YOU ARE READING
might just die //zikyung
Hayran Kurgu"I'm sorry but I couldn't endure this any longer."
