whenever things fall apart, jihoon is always there to pick-up the pieces.
Foreword
an angsty drabble about #1 perfect otp ;uuu; i didn't mean for this to end up 3k. whoops??? i was shooting for 1k roughly. i don't really have much else to add! enjoy uu ♡
Chapter 1: woaaah, i loved this. I totally loved it. They fast paced way you write, its awesome, how you managed all to fit really well. And the end. Oww, heartbreaking.
Your writing style is so wonderful. I want to quote the whole thing back at you and elaborate on every detail that I love, but then the comment would be around 2,000+ words too long. Instead I'll let you know that this: "If the lover of Sonnet 18 was a Summer's day, Jihoon was a Fall's night, just like this one. He was complex, like every crumpled leaf on the floor of house wives' yards. He was harsh like the climate and bitter like the wind. He was broken. Above all else, though, he was beautiful, even when times got rough and lines were blurred."
-- was legitimately the most magnificent thing I've read all month. Keep it the up, man.
(and lmao at the world tour being nowhere outside of Asia)
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