Ola to one of my angels. Oppa's back.
SCREAMSSSSSSSS LOUDLY AND DROPS TO THE FLOOR UNCONSCIOUSÂ
-rubs your back as he embraced you tightly- Can we not talk about them? Itâs us that matters, anyway.
iâm so done with this conversationÂ
help
my sanity
cries
-gives you a box of tissue- Please don't cry. It's not the awards night yet.













