LIANA FLORES. - ”Memories swim and haunt you.”

Chan lay tossing and turning. After days of endless rest and work, he was bound to wake up soon. Though he was just hoping it wouldn’t be so early in the morning. Unable to do much about it, however, he lay there in the darkness, uncomfortable. The last few days had been a mess, but he’d hoped to stay positive as much as he could.

Attempting to think about something good, he immediately knew what the solution to his problem was. It was you. Regardless of your relationship, both of you knew how to make one another happy. Whether that was playing around, or joking with one another.

His chest lightened, and his body got more comfortable as he began to drift back to his once peaceful sleep. He refused to believe there was a world where you couldn’t fix anything. However, before his train of thought could continue, he heard the door to his room open gently, yet loud at the same time. His thought process froze, unsure of who it could be; But knowing it had to be one of the members. He lay there still, pondering the possible possibilities on which one it could be until your voice broke the silence.