मरजाणेयाँ

[quagmireisadora]

Kibum rests a hand on his heart and pats. Once, twice, thrice. Each time, he feels the bumps of old and fresh entry wounds on his chest. Flesh and muscle is riddled with bullets that zoomed out of Taemin's eyes with the speed and ferocity of lightning. His torso is a sieve made from judgement and attrition. Holes that compete in size with hundred

Comments

[hyeongsoap]

That poor bastard, in love. Heh.

[quagmireisadora]

헐! 넌 코멘트했다~~난 놀란다~~

[kii993]

wow i missed your writing! as usual, i am speechless and i bow deeply to your talent *____*