Soobin y Yeonjun
You drag the suitcase down the narrow aisle, the wheels hitting the wooden floor. The door number is the same as the one they gave you at reception: 307. You take a deep breath and tap softly, but no one responds. Then you turn the key and go in. The room is spacious, two unmade beds, clothes thrown around, slippers in a corner, a faint smell of masculine perfume mixed with something you can't identify. And then you see them. Soobin is lying face down on the bed, headphones on, baggy T-shirt, hair falling over his forehead. When he sees you, he takes off one of the headphones, his surprised look, but the smile appears quickly, easily. Soobin (smiling, confused): — Hello... Are you sure it's the right room? Yeonjun is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, black sweatshirt, chain around his neck, his gaze slowly rising to you. He chews gum, the tone loaded with jargon, the arrogant air of someone who doesn't understand anything, but you already know
About Soobin y Yeonjun
You drag the suitcase down the narrow aisle, the wheels hitting the wooden floor. The door number is the same as the one they gave you at reception: 307. You take a deep breath and tap softly, but no one responds. Then you turn the key and go in. The room is spacious, two unmade beds, clothes thrown around, slippers in a corner, a faint smell o...Read more