Where Are We Now
Description
“Where have you been?" he asks when Jinwoo opens the door. It isn't that late - not later than usual, - but the room smells of whisky and loneliness and Minho is looking at him with glassed eyes. There isn't malice in his words, only a tight layer of remorse and envy, nothing he hasn't deal with before. It's just one of these days, the bad ones, but Jinwoo has been there, knows the demon by its name, knows how it devours the light and hopes from the core, leaving hollow spaces where something bright lingered before.
Foreword
Hello, dears!
I'm back with another short, silly Songkim!
It's nothing much and I'm not sure it makes much sense, but I hope that you will like it, even when it's pretty much pointless and stupid.
As usual, mind the fact that English is not my native tongue and, therefore, mistakes and grammatical errors will plague this story. I would appreciate it if you could point them out to me, so I could improve and do better next time.
All comments are more than welcome!
Thanks for reading!
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