just another love story

the possibilities

I tiptoed down the stairs, pulling my sweater closer to my chest as I descended. several feet away, I peeked through the window next to the front door.

sure enough, a person sat comfortably on the top step of our porch.

his arms propped himself, face looking up at the sky. I couldn't see his face, but his hair looked like a dark brown in the moonlight. his jacket was denim, with a tear in the left cuff.

my breath quickened, unable to decide if I should confront him or let him be.

the possibilities of him being a kidnapper as soon as the door opened or a criminal waiting for everyone to fall asleep were pretty high.

figuring that jooheon would've specified it was an older man in the call, I gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was my age.

but just as soon as I marched towards the door, the boy stood up from his place, brushed himself off, and jogged down the steps. I oddly felt disappointed. I wished I could've seen his face.

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Yoo Kihyun, a man with a severe fear of people he doesn't know being too upfront.

if it weren't for his drowsiness, and the door that separated them, he probably would've panicked. or called the police.