Taehyung
Today he held my hand again. I don't know how to describe the feeling I get whenever our fingers brush against one another, before finally interlocking themselves together. It's warm. And most times it makes me feel like I have found the purpose of my life. Like I was born for him. Born to hold his hand, and he was born to hold mine. His hands are soft, softer than my pillow. We were born to hold each other's hands.
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Holding Your Hand || kth • pjm
Romance"I love him... what to do..." Two strangers holding hands without knowing each other's names. They never asked, never cared to know. The only thing they knew was the comforting feeling rushing through them when holding each other's hands. They had...
