Too Much
Description
KISS ME HARD BEFORE YOU GO
MR.V WILL SEE YOU NOW.
A cold night and the pouring rain didn't stop me from having my comfortable sleep. But the fact of hearing a familiar knock on the door only to open up to a crazy sociopath named Kim Taehyung surely isn't my cup of tea. The way his orange hair glistens with pure beads of raindrops, his soaked lab coat drenching from his wary shoulders. Surely he would've looked better but at this point it wasn't that important.
Foreword
n2 cool 4 skool
HEY YOU, WHAT'S YOUR DREAM?
BTS - NO MORE DREAM
KIM TAEHYUNG WILL SEE YOU NOW.
IS THAT ALL YOUR DREAM?
Luxury in life isn't forever and that is one of the things that I have learned. Being an author isn't easy at all. It took me seven years to officially publish a book that I've been writing for the past 3 years. Nothing much, it was merely about the fantasies I had when I was in higschool. How I met a guy whose name I can't even remember. About a guy who's taste I cannot fathom. I saw him once, twice, thrice in my dreams. He was surreal. Unimaginable. His orange hair and curly locks would rave your eyes in but there is something weird about him that I surely cannot tell. As an experienced author and observant he was extremely weird--rather, unique. I couldn't understand his actions and everday doings yet he managed to become one of the world's best psychiatrist and I can't believe I'm paying this myserious man a visit. It took me two head turns to realize that there is something wrong with me. Maybe with the way the book was depicted but oddly it wasn't. I couldn't pint point what was wrong with me but oddly I was attracted to his office. Like it was some playground or Google's work shop. Everything was so surreal. I couldn't imagine this was actually happening. After all my hard work I couldn't believe that there was something wrong with my mind. An endless search of billion maps weren't worth it. A car race of the thousand best racers or the competition of a few hundred javelin throws couldn't describe what I'm feeling. I needed to know my illness. My undescribable irritation. My agitatable yearning to know. I need you V, prescribe my needs.
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