∗* counting stars,
it has been, perhaps, too long of a time to go without shopping, partying, or even just--fucking seeing her boyfriend. why it had came down to this point--a point where lee hyeri of all people focused on studies more than everything that's ever been important and entertaining in her life. she must be getting soft. or worse, studious.
tongue sticking out at the thought, she could barely suppress the gag that comes with as she flops down on the stairs of the school's doors. fingers tugging at her packed weekend bag absently--fully intending to roll with wonshik's offer and stay for a night or two.
because fuck school.
teeth sinking into her lower lip, she shifts only for a moment to pull the zipper to her hoodie all the way up, sniffling as she leans forward to squint in the dark--waiting for any signs of a car light.
kim wonshik is late.
and most likely dead within the next hour.
