#Chapter16 Beautiful Flowers

"jongin ?"

I turned around as I sat on the bench . Removing one of my headphone earplugs to see who it was that called me .

Behind the bench he was approaching with his crotches. A smile on his face like the usual, yet it still always reminded me of the contrast it had to the expression he wore when I last saw him before the beating and when he laid on the stretcher. Pale .. empty.

It's been a few days now .. And it was literly like everything hasn't happened at all. A part of me wants him to remember me because he clearly...