i woke up feeling that im in a bed.
wait, what?
im in someone's bed?!
till i remembered the man who saved me from last night.
too bad i dont know his name.
till someone spoke up making me look at him.
"how you doing?"
YOU ARE READING
stoplight; parkjimin
Short Story(written by pchyng, also known as aasterin.) "ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?" in which you met him in the street while running. [lowercase intended.]
