~Woo Min~
I pulled into the underground garage ten minutes later, tires screeching a little because I took the turn too sharp, and killed the engine. The place was empty this late, just rows of parked cars and that stale smell of oil, but I didn't get out right away. I just sat there gripping the wheel, staring at the dashboard like it owed me money.
Rin was still in his car seat, eyes half-open now, watching me with that creepy little-kid stare that makes you feel like they already know all your bullshit. Low key reminded me of that movie, what was it called, Annabelle? Or something, just some scary movie I used to watch back in the day, but okay okay back to present. The scent had dialed back some after that weird pat-the-air thing he did, but it was still there, leaking out soft and sweet, wrapping around me like a blanket I didn't ask for.
