Jinae always felt like she was out of place...like she was always destined to be someone else.
As the winds grow stronger and the lengths of our days become shorter, I think of us.
Chanyeol has a temper. Jaehee has no patience. They brought out the worst in each other.
"The first time I met her, she wore a frilly pink dress with a matching hair ribbon. In her arms she carried a stuffed rabbit animal. She looked like a dressed up lolita doll of some sort. What am I going to do?" *:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧