Carry Me Home (ft. Maverick Sabre)
JORJA SMITH
Midnight.
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It was late. Wheein was sure that she left just in time for the last train home but when she arrived and that same last train flew away next to her, she knew she was up for a long night. She settled on a bench in the middle of the station. It's 1:30AM right now and the first train is leaving at 6AM. Wheein looks down at her bare legs and shivered. Today was going to be a weird day.   Scrolling down her contact list on her phone, she hovered over one particular name before scrolling further. She tried calling Byul unnie, Hwasa and even Krystal, Byul's girlfriend. Looking at her watch, she decided to wait in the 7/11 at the station. Before she arrived at the entrance, a guy ran up to her. He looked familiar, but Wheein couldn't place who he was.   "Hi there, I saw you running for the last train but missing it. I had the same thing. I'm taking a cab and wanted to ask whether you wanted to join me?"   Wheein tried to scan the stranger before remembering the horror stories on Facebook. She stiffly smiled at him and thanked him before almost running into the 7/11.   The familiar 7/11 music was playing and Wheein let out a tired sigh. She smiled at the woman behind the counter, who was reading a cookbook. She proceeded to walk to the coffee corner in the shop, eyeing the snacks who were obviously calling her. Settling on the stool in front of the window with her coffee and bag of honey butter chips, she took out her phone again, placing it between her arms and laying her head down on it.   -0-0-0-0-   Wheein jumped up when she realized she just woke up. Looking around her, she saw the cashier still reading the cookbook, with what looks like her coffee in one hand. Wheein turned around to the table in front of her and saw a still-steaming cup of coffee and an unopened bag of honey butter chips. She looked at her phone. 3AM. Wheein raised one eyebrow at her phone and in the reflection of the window, she could see the girl staring at her. Wheein smiled at the reflection, but the girl probably didn't see that, as she kept looking at Wheein.   Suddenly, the familiar sound of someone stepping in the shop filled the room. Wheein watched in the window as she saw the familiar silhouette through the short aisles. Her pink hair bounced up and down as the taller girl moved her head to the beat. Wheein stared at how the girl's movements were exact, precise, but also elegant as she picked up the toothpaste and a toothbrush before walking to the candies and picking up a bag of jelly. Suddenly, the girl made eye contact with Wheein in the reflection in the window. Wheein immediately looked down to her coffee a