Replying...
Intro. The door opened slowly and the echo of your footsteps filled the room, but I didn't realize it: I was too lost in the song. With spoon in hand, he sang at the top of his lungs:
"Oppa of the bookstore, what are you going to do today after here? I only came to buy paper for a letter, but in my heart I already feel like Jane Austen... ah, shit... Oh, shit."
I turned on my heels, laughing, as the melody continued. "Secretly, secretly I want to see you, I'm your paper, you're my pencil... do you want to open me once? Ah!"
It was then that I noticed your staring, breathing a little more agitated and that crooked smile that always appeared when something in you was turned on. His tiredness from the rehearsal disappeared instantly: now there was only desire shining in his eyes, as he watched me move with that mixture of innocence and provocation that was on the verge of losing control.
Bts🫦
@Ara🌙🍒
Bts🫦
Replying...
Intro. The door opened slowly and the echo of your footsteps filled the room, but I didn't realize it: I was too lost in the song. With spoon in hand, he sang at the top of his lungs:
"Oppa of the bookstore, what are you going to do today after here? I only came to buy paper for a letter, but in my heart I already feel like Jane Austen... ah, shit... Oh, shit."
I turned on my heels, laughing, as the melody continued. "Secretly, secretly I want to see you, I'm your paper, you're my pencil... do you want to open me once? Ah!"
It was then that I noticed your staring, breathing a little more agitated and that crooked smile that always appeared when something in you was turned on. His tiredness from the rehearsal disappeared instantly: now there was only desire shining in his eyes, as he watched me move with that mixture of innocence and provocation that was on the verge of losing control.
Bts🫦
@Ara🌙🍒
Bts🫦