The Subtle Arts of Moving On

二十二

"i-i can't yoongi, i'm sorry."

he's already half naked and

i'm already stripped down to my shirt.

"am i not good enough?"

"no, not like that."

"then why?"

"i'm already too broken. i don't want you to do it with someone whose mind is not filled with the thoughts of you. it's me who's not good enough for you,"

"i'll fix you. you said you were broken then let me fix you."

he responses to my silent with a hug from my back, burying his head on the crook of my chest.

it feels nice.

his warmth feels nice.

i feel good

for now.