It's one in the morning. I'm still wide awake.
It's two in the morning. My eyes start glistening from reading.
It's three in the morning. I close my book and keep waiting for my phone to ring.
It's four in the morning. I start yawning and fall asleep.
It's five in the morning. I live in a bad dream.
It's six in the morning. I hear a doorbell ring and wake me up from my dream.
And it's six in the morning. And he is finally coming.
"Where have you been?" I ask him coldly.
"Taemin. I thought you sleep at your house?" He answers quickly, raising one eyebrow. Soon, the smell of alcohol is filling up the air. "I'm sorry my phone was dead," he explains abruptly.
"I figure," I say as I get up from the bed. I make all the way approaching him.
And it's 6.15 in the morning...the bad dream starts to envelop around me. A strong smell of unfamiliar perfume brims over the room.
"Whose perfume is this?" I ask while sniffing around him.
"Taemin—" he starts stuttering.
"It's not mine. It's not yours either" I cut him shortly.
And it's 6.30 in the morning, I leave him.
