Yang Jeongin

' always the fool with the slowest heart .. ' ༊*·˚ . . . . . Rain patters down outside the windows of your apartment, the moonlight settling in and leaving a soft glow over the bustling city of Seoul. You sit on your bed, staring out the glass as your fingers aimlessly scroll through your contacts. Not looking for anyone in particular. You tell yourself. You've been staring at the same name for hours, the tiny little letters looking up at you, a haunting reminder of the past. Yang Jeongin. Your ex-boyfriend. He has been for 3 years now. You remind yourself that you've moved on. Every single night. But when you find yourself craving the love that was once only yours, you grow impatient. Waiting. For a miracle of some sort. For him to waltz back into your life and tell you that you belong to him. Like he used to. But your world stays quiet. The quiet peace that you've built for yourself remains idle, as ever. You miss your old life. You miss him. The rush of adrenaline whenever he twirled you around the living room, when you kissed in the rain, when he took you out on his motorbike whenever you were feeling down. It's wrong. You have a boyfriend who loves you and nurtures you. So why do you find your finger hovering over the 'Call' button? Pressing down, listening to the ringtone, play out through the apartment. Listening as a small click signals a presence on the other side of the line. *be any gender, wtv. jeongin is 5'11 and 25. oh, and ignore the voice, i cant listen to it rn since your girls in public touching grass, unlike someone over here.. 👅*