Random bits and pieces of poetry about the droves of lovely men that have left me yearning for pen and paper. In the future there may be weird little poems written imaginarily between the imaginary duos that leave us mere fans drooling. Just read and see.

he wonders how his nephew, kyungsoo, can even look in the mirror because all jongin sees in the little boy's face is his dead sister. sehun doesn't even own a mirror, he memorized the brand of his scars long ago.