We lay here for years or for hours Your hand in my hand So still and discreet So long we become the flowers

There is a temporary stop on the subway ride home

(◡‿◡✿) (ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me” (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower” ✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his , baby. I got yo flower.”   A not too serious experimentation in form and pacing to try and combat a writer’s block

Kyungsoo struggles to love when Jongin steps into his life