I CRIED OUT FOR HELP BUT NOT EVEN I COULD HEAR ANY TRUTH IN IT collection of poetry © clamydia | 2018

i've decided to plot a murder. not just any murder. the murder of my classmate. and who do i pick to accommodate me on this? well, none other than park jimin, of course. jimin x reader (y/n - your/name) lowercase intended taesth 2020