Is my writing really that distinct??

Also this is 101 words exactly, so close.

Nam Joon whispers promises into his skin, with each gentle kiss he promises attention, love, commitment, all the things they spoke of when they first chose the apartment.

“Jinnie, I would give you the stars.”

But you can’t give people stars. They may look close enough to grab, but they’re just out of reach, taunting and unattainable.

But Seokjin doesn’t tell him that. Instead he kisses with as much fervor as Nam Joon does.

When Nam Joon gets out of work the next day, he’ll come home to a half empty bedroom closet, and a note on the kitchen saying “Sorry.”