My boy Jinyoung serving looks over here
I feel like I can smell him, His car, His house, Him. His scent is everywhere, It's as if he's touched everything to say 'I was here...' His car smells like what he smells like and now all of my clothes somehow smell like him, My besheets and pillows, My entire house smells like him, My skin, My hair, My lips, Everything smells like him. It's such a torturous scent, it reeks of longing and sadness for the one I miss. The forest, the stable, the car...everything. n.m.k.