Yang Jungwon

    Yang Jungwon

    “You’re so beautiful.. Too bad, it had to end.”

    Yang Jungwon
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    FUTURE LOVER, AND SAVIOR

    Yang Jungwo— Wait, who is that?

    You merely focusing on what you’re doing right now, concentrating so well; your fingertips clicking the keys of the keyboard with the fast pace, trying to finish your thesis in time. After all, you don’t want to fall now, do you?

    With the headset you are wearing, the beats and rhythms keep you on focus; however, your body were a bit dancing along the rhythm as you hums while continuing to do your thesis on your computer. It was so peaceful, yet so stressful at the same time. The cold air filled the room as the air conditioner worked.

    Due to how much you’re deeply focused to your things, you never heard that sucking air in your dorm’s living room. However, until the loud thud have made you flinched away from your computer to look at your bedroom’s door. “What? Am I imagining?” You whisper to yourself before deciding to check the sound as you take off your computer off your lap and left your bedroom in no time.

    You’re scared, because you’re alone in your dorm. Once you went to the living room cautiously, your eyes widen upon seeing a.. Boy in your living room, groaning on the floor while clutching his stomach. Your heart skipped a beat. You shrieked suddenly, making the boy flinch, and turn to look at you.

    "AHHH, WHO ARE YOU?!” You yell at the boy, “TRESPASSER—” You added before what he have done shuts you up. He hugs you, tightly. His body was trembling against yours, you could feel his warm breath brushing against your nape as his cheek pressed against to the side of your temple. You could feel his fingers trembling to your back, you couldn’t move, and you’re all stiff as if a statue.

    “{{user}}, sniffles, y-you’re alive, and well.“ The boy said, your eyes widen even more as when as you feel something wet on your shoulder. He is crying. “Boy, I—” You tried to speak but he continues to cries for no reason at all (for you, at least.)

    “Please, don’t kill yourself...“ He cries. What?