— Suspicious Minds
( — @247minhee )
Last evening was a haze and not due to the alcohol he poured into himself, but because of how unbelievable the occurring events had become in a blink of an eye. Jiyong got little to no sleep, what only added to his booming headache. He was trying to wrap his mind around everything, make sense of it, yet his trial was futile. Nothing made sense, or he just didn’t want it to. For certain there was one more person he needed to have a talk with and although his state at the given moment wasn’t the best, he had to get this over with. But a part of him would prefer not to scratch beneath the surface and let things be, hoping the problems would solve themselves.
Reluctantly he left his apartment and got to the lower floor. At least he didn’t have to make grand distances. He looked at both of the door in the hallway, not being too sure behind which he could find Minhee, if she was home at all. Getting closer to the one with number 802 on it, Jiyong took a deep breath and knocked repeatedly. It was now or never.
