People used to think that Jumin Han was cold. He rarely showed emotions, only in front of his best friends, his closest confidents. And of
Author: Jazz Mann
Writer, reader, dreamer
Morning after
I sleepily raised my coffee mug to my lips, the world blurred a bit when the steam fogged up my glasses. I had to admit,
Genie out of the bottle
I was working in the bowling alley – polishing the balls while thinking about polishing some ‘balls’ – when Razi walked in, carrying some crates
