sometimes, he would stare at the night sky, and wish to turn back time. just to see what could have happened. just to see jongin again.  

jongin remembers writing that letter, so long ago. he remembers dragging the pen across the plain paper, scattering it with ink filled with emotions and words never said. he mailed the letter the next day. he never got a response (to my only love)

Seeing the bright smile the boy directed everyone's way he felt his own lips curling. Laughing softly Jimin let his smile widened, ignoring the small whispers of those surrounding him. Biting his lower lip he couldn't help but agree with the rumor that the boy before him was the very personification of light. The smile on his face didn't last long, not until he realized that the sweet smell was coming from the boy across the courtyard from him. The feeling of his fangs aching began and so did