Everytime it rains, the street are so empty. I love the rain, and the music it makes when raindrops pour onto the left streets of Seoul. I love the music as much as I love the rain. I go to my favorite bench in the silent park. There's someone sitting on the bench, he's writing something. I sat down, he doesn't notice. I peak at his note book and I am surprised. Lyrics.

"Shawty, what do you want?" "Fuck me, I want to be fucked." "Hmh let's see, sweethaert." He pulled out some handcuffs of a box and handcuffed me to the bed. "This will be your punishment for fucking around with some other guys, I have to discipline you." p.jm ❗️Smut and strong language ❗️ ❗️Trigger warning (depression/ cutting yk) ❗️