Your are known to be very anonymous to many people especially yourself.. your name is Y/N and somehow you can't truly remember who that guy was that you saw at YG, somehow your gonna have to find out who he is.

he left his lighter on my nightstand, why? he can't fall in love and she doesn't know what love is.

You never expected LØREN to approach you huh? Your favorite artist, talking to you, spending time with you? This story is not about smut, but about him being a safe person for you. Someone who would confort you, kiss your scars, take care of you...