petrichor.

nine.

undercover

it was some time ago when i was assigned my most pivotal mission as an adolescent.

i vividly remember the file filling up any available space in my mind under the title first love.

first love:

target's initials: j.j.

undergo mission however you wish to; only requirement: you must go undercover.

and so i did.

from the curve of your jaw to the elegance of your posture, i studied your magnificence.

i observed every inch of your being to the best of my ability—

what made you smile.

what made you laugh.

what made you cry.

but i suppose i was a little too good at it

because you never acquired my name.

*this chapter reminds me of bts's house of cards