New beginnings.
Description
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shovelled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
It’s all Zitao’s fault, but Oh Sehun doesn’t mind, really.
Foreword
I wrote this on my tumblr, but figured I'd post it here too. It's pretty and I really have no idea why I wrote it but whatever.
I ALSO HAD NO CLUE WHAT TO NAME THIS SO.
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