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the scent of your shampoo

waking up, a familiar scent invaded my nostrils - I'd recognize it even after a thousand years. you always liked to shower before going to sleep, and so your shampoo's fragrance lingered in the sheets.

then came the warm feeling of your touch. the awareness of your arms holding me close.

and finally what I loved most, listening to your breathing. I truly felt relaxed when you breathed in all the air you could and then breathed out in a soft way.

for the first time in months, I felt sane for a few seconds.

you, who made me this way, had the power to make me be myself again.

isn't it shameful?

to care so deeply for you, taemin, that if you're not around, I lose my ground?

who in the world are you?

what do I know about you besides

your name, age

and the scent of your shampoo?