And then, one morning, someone had looked back at him. Someone with clear, shiny eyes that were definitely not his and a natural smile resting on lips much thinner than his own. Back then, Jongin had fled the room.

Hey guys~

Iiii am in the middle of writing a long-ish fic and I was drop dead tired yesterday, so I wrote this little thing in a single sitting, just to get it out of my system. Obviously inspired by NCT's wonderful interlude on their album, "Regular to Irregular"

This is going to be short and ambiguous, and maybe reminiscent of my old stuff. Maybe.
As always, I love hearing your thoughts on this, and have a wonderful weekend ♡

Love,
Sugar-and-Salt ♡