The thing knocks at the back of her head relentlessly. Nayeon thinks about it for a second before she opens the door, welcoming it with a side-eye and a groan, and finally allowing herself to melt in a long-overdue acknowledgement.
I'm in love with Myoui Mina.
i forgot to post it here xxx
also, mentions of anger management issues, but this is light and all fluffffff