ㅂ;

she stared at the name on the door

박지민

eunha clutched the bottle of pills tightly her my hand; pain relievers, she knew he hated them.

sliding the door open, her eyes flickered towards the ravenette.

"jimin," she whispered.

"it's time for your medications, jimin," she repeated monotonely.

it was as if he never heard her.

his eyes were distant and deprived of hope.

it was as if he had given up.