❝Is this the sound of the metronome that ticks to the beat of our birth?❞ In which Hyoseob has big dreams and Haesol becomes a part of them. written: 11/05/19-19/05/19 edited: 28/08/19 word count: 11,617
In a group Skype call with seven boys, who can stay up the longest? slow burn fic, very poorly written
I can't remember when It started, why I found myself thinking of him , of us. The way our bodies would colide and yet fit so perfectly, his breath gusting over my neck, my fingers tangled In his styled strands and how It felt to have him pressed Into me I needed Air. ©Renocloud