He asked her if she wanted him to walk her home.
But she had declined, giving him a soft smile. "I have to meet a friend soon. I'll walk home okay, don't worry about me."
He nodded, staring at her silhouette as she walked away.
When she had left his sight, he suddenly remembered.
He never got her number.
Would they meet again?
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Sofa || Young K
القصة القصيرةYou were sitting on that sofa, telling me, "Child it's over." So far, I still miss you here, so far. ||Young K x Reader||
