--- JiNa glanced at the smiling young man on the bed, with bandages still wrapped around his head. She looked away and took a seat beside his bed. She could hear people walking up and down the hallways outside, and the occasional siren of an ambulance rushing away to some unfortunate person. The bland white room smelt funny, like anesthetics and metal. “Yes.” Recounting the past wasn

Suho's P.O.V: I count the bubbles, one by one, floating into the air. Ten altogether. My gaze focuses on the new girl who is blowing the bubbles. Long flowing chestnut brown hair, beautiful dark eyes that always seem to be always smiling, a slender body.