glance

night 9

monday

we ate dinner together, and his disgusting dish called chicken, turned out to be delicious.

as usual, he kept on talking; and actually, i wasn't expecting that.

in the least time where we texted each other through instagram, he would always send one or two messages, and i would send a ton.

for now, it's the opposite.

something seems wrong, since he asked about what i thought about a boy named jinyoung.

i said i liked him, and that he was a nice guy.

he smiled, as he dragged me by my hair and locked me inside my room.