the smell of baked cookies came from the kitchen which told me you were downstairs. my eyes drifted to the sleeping figure of my brother in your bed. he slept sprawled out on the covers which didn't do a good job of covering his nude silhouette. as i sat on the roof, my fingers gently gripped onto the window frame and i began to raise it. the creaking of the wood frame did not benefit me with trying my best to sneak in.
one foot,
then the other.
i was in.
YOU ARE READING
letters | min yoongi
Paranormalevery night during the month of december, i bring you a cup of hot chocolate and a letter writing about how my love for you has driven me crazy. i leave it at your doorstep. at first, i thought you'd find it creepy, but whenever you open up the doo...
