dear taehyung,
today i saw you sitting under a tree watching other people play soccer and goof around. you had your usual blank expression, but i knew you were wrenching inside. i could see it from the slight frowns in your forehead, the little clenched movement you did with your fist, the way your irises moved.
like i said, i am no stalker.
i just like to observe things i find beautiful. and you, kim taehyung, are one of them.
// creepy huh //
YOU ARE READING
ten letters // kth
Short Storywhere the words hurt more than the slaps but where her ten written letters heal the wounds ~~~~~~~ started 18/5/2016 WARNINGS: a tragic short-story MENTIONS OF: death self-harm
