sad. the sequel. || taekook.

porcelain.

Kim Taehyung.

I smeared the cream carefully around the blisters.

I stood up.

Jungkook has already fallen asleep.

I smiled softly,

and climbed onto the bed next to him.

I hugged him close to me, careful not to put pressure onto his wounds.

He unconsciously nuzzled his face into my neck and clutched tightly onto my shirt.

Cute.

I brushed the hair from his eyes;

he looked so peaceful.

He was like a porcelain doll,

broken,

but not yet shattered.