#c. minjun

his ride finally arrives and minjun stumbles towards it, before he recognises that it might not be his ride at all the moment he sees the driver’s face. he glances at his phone again, with half a mind to call his best friend again to hurry him up. but that face — the realisation hits him and makes him halt all wobbly movements. “wait — what?” mj rubs his eyes, unable to believe what he is seeing. is he drunk enough to be hallucinating? was alcohol all that he’s taken? honestly, he cannot remember. maybe if it’s better this way. “i thought you moved across the country.” or is he seeing a ghost? it is a full moon after all.