And a dash of Crazy :: Jongin :: Open
It was raining, so maybe that was why nobody really paid mind to it. Had they were, they would have seen the boy, standing, however shakily in the opening of the alleyway. His eyes were a complete, abysmal black. Drenched fingers ran over full lips that were pulled into something of a smirk. These very lips pulled apart, the figure whispering to himself as he swayed in his spot. “Which one, which one which one”










