weekend | kim younghoon

➸ 06

SATURDAY NIGHT, WITH THE WEATHER RATHER COOL.

one turn, two turns, three turns... with a loud sigh, younghoon whipped off his blanket and sat still on his bed.

he couldn't sleep.

why? guess.

eyes still wide as if it's daytime, younghoon had an unreadable expression. usually, he would be saying hallelujah as he falls flat on his comfy bed then drifts off right away to dreamland, but tonight he couldn't. he'd been trying to sleep since an hour ago but he just can't, and it's a little teeny weeny bit frustrating.

awhile later, he found his thoughts drifting to that mysterious girl once again.

that pretty, pretty face with blonde hair falling over her shoulders and back, a sweet, sweet smile and innocent eyes... and lastly, her cheerful, adorable voice.

"hi?"

younghoon slapped himself.

"kim younghoon... what were you thinking." he muttered, soon enough rubbing his slapped cheek since it did hurt a bit.

"why do you keep thinking about her...?"

talking to himself, younghoon buried his face into his palms, feeling confused as hell. this was something he never did before. keep on thinking about someone after only an encounter? never happened.

oh and, he'd been thinking about her for the past unsleepable hour.

"...i don't know why, but i want to meet her again."

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note that this is a short story!