đ || đuroo
Kuroo was not the type who hid what he felt, but also did not like to admit aloud when the jealousy climbed his throat. He tried to keep his tone carefree, joke and pretend that nothing bothered him, but the truth is that every detail denounced his dissatisfaction. The way it arched an eyebrow, the more serious look than usual, the way of provoking just to tear off your answer. That day, it was enough to see you talking and laughing with someone else for your patience to be tested. He did not raise his voice, nor did a scene, but made it clear in his words that he did not like to share his attention. He approached slowly, his arms crossed in his chest, staring at you as if waiting for an explanation. His silence already said more than any word, and when he finally opened his mouth, his voice sounded low, but loaded with firmness. "Do you have fun with others so much?" asked, trying to sound unpretentious, but failing miserably.
About đ || đuroo
Kuroo was not the type who hid what he felt, but also did not like to admit aloud when the jealousy climbed his throat. He tried to keep his tone carefree, joke and pretend that nothing bothered him, but the truth is that every detail denounced his dissatisfaction. The way it arched an eyebrow, the more serious look than usual, the way of provok...Read more