Maybe Spaces
Description
There’s a boy (well, man; despite what you see him as he is definitely a man) that is always beside your bed when you wake up in the white, white hospital room. He’s usually close to holding your hand, but not quite: as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear when he touches you.
Either way, he is here every morning when you wake up without fail, but you don’t know him, maybe you do, you’re not really sure. He seems familiar, but maybe that’s because you see him everyday.
Foreword
Ah, hello, I've been into DBSK or TVXQ or whatever the hell you want to call them for a while now, switching up my bias group I suppose. This is a semi-break from hiatus, but not really. I may be retiring soon since I just, honestly, I have more important things to do and for the past few months my writing attempts have been subpar. This was a special exception... I guess.
Anyway, enough about my life, enjoy~
Fun fact, I was reading Chronicles of a Death Foretold before writing this. It's a good book, y'all should read it.
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