Namjoon felt bad. He had lost the privellage of kissing Jin .

He decided to head back inside, as he was hanging on the edge of the garage door ledge.

Walking inside the dorm, he heard many noises that sounded like the of an elephant and a circus monkey but he paid no attention.

He had to own his Jin back.

After thinking for about 7 hours, he finally got it.

Dear My Princess,

He is a my fist I swear to my life that is plump thighs entering the mothership in my closet and sweaty workout socks in

my dryer when I do the dishes inside of the tablet on my bedside table made if raccoon skin and three Packets of sauce

of a two star restaurant and parked my bicycle outside the gay bar where straight couples go.

My dad and my mom just told me I have no friends, but that's okay. I'm ok.

My life was so bad when it felt good 😊 was in a deep relationship because after the fact it felt himself that I had to do the stankyshikshak himself into a dark room that I felt like I had never been so good at that the door was suddenly

felt a little bit more important to the game than I was met in a new way to make my room better than my eyes.

My life was just like my jasmine and I had left him for the the door assignment and I don't have a dream that I shikkityshikshakfrikkityfrikfrak.

My jams on this weekend are the only thing that is not gonna happen in the morning because

after I brush my teeth, I rinse. 

Sincerly, 

Namjoonie.