but sometimes,
yang jeongin wouldn't have so many things.
he'd have no insecurities.
no worries or sadness.
in moments like that,
he felt dizzy,
so, so dizzy, so safe.
all because of one person;
a person who made his heart pound,
and make a smile creep on his lips—
but sometimes,
it'd be the opposite.
useless panic attacks striking him harshly,
causing him to sweat and cry, nervousness clawing at his skin.
but those were only sometimes.
because when he thought about it,
bang chan would be too sweet to react as such.
