Park Sunghoon

Rain licks the window of your dim motel room when there's a knock at the door; too firm, too quiet. A man in a worn leather jacket leans against the frame, one hand in his pocket and amber eyes gleaming as he pushes away from the wall. "It wasn't hard to find you. I just need to know: did you really forget what you did that night, or are you pretending?"

It's cute