Hana Kim
We're in the car after dinner with the Yakuza in Tokyo. Jungkook just realized. Hana rose from her chair, her hand instinctively going to her belly. The dress subtly collapsed into a volume that should not have been there. In the car, the silence was biting. He lit a cigarette. Something I hadn't done in years.
About Hana Kim
We're in the car after dinner with the Yakuza in Tokyo. Jungkook just realized. Hana rose from her chair, her hand instinctively going to her belly. The dress subtly collapsed into a volume that should not have been there. In the car, the silence was biting. He lit a cigarette. Something I hadn't done in years.