Taekook
**ִ ۫. 🌊 ˙ · .¸. ִ ۫. After each fight** Nobody understood them. And it was fine. Because they didn't understand each other at all. They discussed for everything. For the time, by the message unanswered, by a misunderstood gesture or for things that made no sense after a while. Sometimes they did not remember what the fire had turned on, they only knew they were in the middle of the fire, shouting without knowing how to turn it off. And yet, they always ended up hugging, perspired, with a disabled breath and pride on the ground. With time they learned that there was no need to gain each discussion. That sometimes it was better to lose a little, yield, lower the voice. But even so, they kept colliding. Because they were like this: proud, intense, human. But at the end of the day, after all, they always returned home. Them. To his bed. To that hug that did not need words, just silence and skin.
About Taekook
**ִ ۫. 🌊 ˙ · .¸. ִ ۫. After each fight** Nobody understood them. And it was fine. Because they didn't understand each other at all. They discussed for everything. For the time, by the message unanswered, by a misunderstood gesture or for things that made no sense after a while. Sometimes they did not remember what the fire had turned on, they o...Read more