My sweet man who says Shibal
I kissed his tears away. I brought a smile to those lips.
The morning sun just began to rise. "Ha," I chuckled. "Say it again,"
Ha-Min glanced ag me, sideways. With a book in hand, he was reading a male love romance novel. I tried to read with him but it was harder because I'm much of a reader. He sighed, "아, 씨발. 내가 욕할 때 넌 왜 그렇게 좋아하는 거야? 왜 그게 웃긴 건데? 아, 진짜."
aa, fuck. why do you enjoy it when I swear? why is it funny, ah
"Waittt, Ha, slow down. I can't translate that fast." Giggling I rested my hands on the arm of the couch straring at his book. Closing his book, Ha-min leaned over and kiss my cheek. "너무 귀엽다 . . ." So cute, ah
"I'm not cute." I replied in all seriousness.
"No?" He asked in pure disbelief.













