three
_________ __________
_____________ ______________
2:59
with his red eyes, he looked at the window,when he heard a continuous drop of rain, his eyes went wide to see a figure of a person outside, it was rather floating.
his breathing was deep and fast, his heart picked up an erratic speed, unbeknownst to him, he wasnt scared to see a human figure outside his window even though he's living up in a twelfth floor. he was just shocked.
" wh-who ar-e you?" his hiccups made it harder to talk.
" your not scared?" the voice asked.
" no" he answered as he sat back down on his bed.
" oh okay, by the way i am your angel" the voice said, it errupted with effervescent tone.
he was confused to what she is implying, yes, she.
he could hear the felicity in her voice, such a dulcet to witness.
" why would i trust you?" he asked as he found himself leaning towards the voice, yet he lay down on his bed, dacing the window.
" for the fact that you are my last mission here on earth...."
her words wasn't entering his head as he tried to open his eyes and listen to her enigmatic story to which he wished he could understand, but it's hard to not fall asleep when her voice was a lullaby to his ears; soft and lovely.
" good morning, jimin." was all he heard before entering his dreamland.
perhaps it's the cold weather but his face unleash a delightful smile, seeing droplets of rain hit his umbrella made him calm his erratic beating.
he couldn't decipher what hia heart was telling him, perhaps it is talking about the early visit of that ghost that he had no memory of. but one thing's for sure, he had a good morning sleep.
YOU ARE READING
2 : 59 a.m
Fanfiction#85 -Seulmin his eyes widen at the reflection " are you a nutella? because i want you in my mouth." in which a boy would find someone watching him every 2:59 am.
