Dear Wonho,
You came over to drop off Gugu,
when you found a new piano in the
corner of my apartment.
A white, classic
Yamaha.
I sat you next to me and
taught you how to play.
You said it was hard
but you tried at least.
Just how like when you took me to workout with you,
I died but I tried.
I played some music sheets for you.
You fell asleep.
I did buy a new blanket when I was gone.
I placed that over you and just left you to sleep
but you woke up by time I was cooking dinner.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Wonho
FanfictionWhere a girl who loves him so much can't say what's really on her mind, only on paper. Cover by: MAL