2015.12.01, 06:45 A.M.
DEAD DAYS (MoonSun)06:45 A.M.
Tuesday, 1st December 2015.
Jung Whee-In's POV
"I'm home, Ggomo," I greeted my cat as usual while I was busy locking the door behind me. I backed on the wall as I kicked off my shoes. I lined them up on a rack near the doorstep. "Go? Ggomo," I called it again as I took off my hoodie. It's usually waiting for me, meowing endlessly right there for me. "." I completely forgot my parents stayed over. They could not stand its fur. It must've been kept in its cage. I was sleepy but I had to see my cat to sleep in peace. I stole a quick look at my phone. It's nine to seven. "What's wrong, baby Jung?" I chuckled lightly the moment I read the notifications. I got ten missed calls from my sister. I called her but she did not pick up. "Is she drunk?" The dial tone did not put me off. She hates my calls, my drunk calls. I was a prick. I never called her when I was sober. I'm one huge prick.
To Be Continued
for this story, especially short ones, so I will edit
them later by combining them wherever I see fit.
Thank you for the supports. I really appreciate you. You rock!
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