this morning you seem to be
a little bit hurried, so
i feign asleep
peeking at you silently and i
catch a glimpse of a mini paper bag
you take from your drawer and
you leave right away so early.
namjoon, for whom that jewelry is?
YOU ARE READING
The Subtle Arts of Moving On
FanfictionYou said you were broken, so let me try to fix it.
