Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

The persistent smell of tobacco, etched between fingertips, has become so familiar and painfully intimate. Cigarettes taste bitter, as the smoke scarifies the lungs with burns. But his lips taste so incredibly sweet, like strawberry jam

The sound of the door opening interrupts the silence of the late night, and he’s already standing at the threshold of the apartment before you once more. His weary gaze locks on your figure, and his arms wrap tightly around your waist; the intense scent of his perfume mixed with the freshness hits you

"Sorry for dropping so late, I was delay after the concert"

Wonbin's lips form a soft smile as he walks deeper into the room, placing his guitar back in its usual spot