Hoyoung crept out of Danny and Taewoo’s bedroom, taking quick peeks at a sleeping Jaemin and making sure that he doesn’t wake up. He slid himself out the door and quietly shut it halfway before heading to the living room.

And there, sitting by the window with his sketchpad, is Joon. Hoyoung watched as Joon’s face scrunched in seriousness as his hand ( Read more... )

You see her.

Her feet fiddles as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. She could never bare to stand straight for a long time.

You let her lean unto whenever you’re beside her.

She bends her neck to the left. She just loves cracking her neck to release a bit of tension.

You tell her not to do that but she’s stubborn.

She plays with her lips ( Read more... )