Nannie // Human anguish transcribed.
Beauty is a boy, but he wouldn't know. Why? Because he was grounded to the mortal lands as humble Kim Namjoon, a celestial balance withholding such perfection that it bursts and dents at the seams of his cherub cheeks in the form of those ever-so-adorable dimples. Mischievous midnight kisses from the stars, of where butterflies had perched for so long that they'd become a tender second skin and left him with the mark of the eternal smile, of endless awe for the world. A signature of loud, persistent, tremendous love, one so startling, strong and pure.
What? It's 1:00 in the morning and I just saw a picture of Namjoon's biceps.
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