I want to touch you. But not your skin. I want to see your eyes. I want you to look at me as if you’re trying hard to figure out something. I want to see you smile, the kind of smile that you never show to anyone. The kind of smile that reveals who you really are. I want you. The good and the bad. The confuse and sad. The jolly and silly. I want each and every single part of you —from your body to your soul— from your mind to your heart. I want to hold you and break everything that hurts you. Let me see you. Let me pass through that high wall of yours. Please let me, just let me see you. I just want to know that you’re truly happy.
p.s. Related to some tags and replies! He is not releasing the string in the third panel; He lowered the bow and he’s still holding the string, he relaxed the pull from second panel. I know it’s bad for the bow and so on, BUT really, THANK YOU for heads up on this! I really appreciate the feedback on it! (if I didn’t know this, it would’ve been surely something new to keep in mind; next time I’ll make sure it’s visible :3)
[Another Story - Day 1] Based on afternoon call from ‘Ray’
Hello Mr. Ray I don’t recall you were this smooth previously I just can’t help but draw the conversation //////////////////////// Seems early but I’ve fallen for this guy already :)))) I’m sorry V and Jumin but I’m gonna share my love equally :)))
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
There is a silence, because when a heart breaks, the person becomes the definition of emptiness. Even when their world crumbles and falls apart in their hands, it is silent. There’s a cruel realization in heartbreak, and it’s that you know you’re about to live where the sun no longer shines; where you can’t even see that your clouds have gone to grey.