switched; na jaemin

00

"Il est minuit," the clock stroke twelve. she stared blankly at the ceiling of her dim room, the light passing through the transparent window, touches her pale skin.

she turned grabbing the cotton sheets of her bed, which was white as the moon that night.

"i think i'm going crazy," she uttered, looking at the walls of her room, that was filled with posters of handsome young men.

her eyes fixed on someone particular "na jaemin."

she groaned in annoyance "why can't you sleep, it's monday tomorrow."

her body twisted and turned but she still can't somehow dooze off to dreamland.

she took her phone from the nightstand beside her and looked at it's screen.

"1:27."

she sigh and mentally face "i can't."