𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❝You don't have to believe in some kind of voodoo or ghosts in order to acknowledge the atmosphere, some places retain. Often it feels like a distant memory, an echo of what happened in the past. Even my parents cannot deny this power, this irresistible force, which sometimes just leaps out and gives you this feeling you experience, when you are home alone at night and the weeping wind outside leads some gnarled twigs to slightly knock on your window making your flesh crawl and your heart beat fast.❞ ➠ Please have mercy on me, if there are any mistakes in grammar or spelling, because english isn't my first language. 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: ➵ yoonmin obviously ➵ short story ➵ unofficial sequel of "Immer nur du" (there's no need to read it first though) ➵ fluff {𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟﹜