My head stings as I moved it sideward.
It feels like it was stepped on by a bus.
I slightly opened my eyes to relax them but a figure of Kim Namjoon, sitting on a couch while staring at me, made my eyes widened.
He quickly averted his gaze to his phone and sat straightly.
"Good morning." He greeted without even glancing.
Instead of greeting back, I replied him with a question.
"Where am I?"
He sighed.
"In my house."
"And what am I even doing here?"
He smiled. "You were sleeping."
I know but. How did I get here?
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Short Story━ HIDDEN • Sometimes, hiding is easier than admitting the truth. ✓ COMPLETED Date Started: April 20, 2019 Date Ended: April 21, 2019
