Chapter 9 - A Feast Unprepared For

Eungoo inhaled and slowly got up. He let out a shaky breath and eyed his very own reflection in this huge mirror. "Kim Eungoo… life surely loves to fuck with your life…" he told himself; this made him laugh bitterly and gazed at the ceiling asking life 'what have I done to deserve this?' He just sighed and pulled the mirror to the side and revealed layers upon layers of clothes neatly folded according to its color. He scratched His head and pulled out what it seemed to be an oversized red sweater with a word written heroin with big white letters in such beautiful cursive and it has a few big stripes on the left and bottom part of it. He nodded to himself and slipped it on and closed the cabinet to see himself in it.