Frying pan in her hand, she gingerly walked to the door.
Her heartbeat as loud as the banging on the door.
Droplets of perspiration ran down her forehead, even though her kumamon-shorts clad legs felt cold.
One hand on the knob, the other raising the frying pan high in the air, ready to strike down.
In one swift motion, she pulled open the door.
"Byeol."
YOU ARE READING
Dolorem | Min Yoongi
Short StoryThe moon and the stars cannot shine equally in the night sky at the same time. Sequel to Enchanted. (Previously Cordolium)
