perfectblue -Aaron
Send me “PerfectBlue” and I’ll generate a number that My Muse will say to Yours. [1-109]
5. “No! Stop! Let me go!”
Sungjong really needed to stop working late shifts, because every time he walked out the shop door and into the dark street that awaited him, he felt himself growing more nervous by the second. Fearing that a serial killer lurked in every alley, or that around every corner was a gang member waiting to snuff him out, it wasn’t unexpected when he screamed bloody murder when a hand grabbed his arm from behind.
"No! Stop! Let me go!"
Midway through saying his final words in his head, Sungjong realized that the male grabbing onto his arm didn’t look that threatening at all, in fact, he looked a little… drunk?




