ˢⁱˣ ᵗʳⁱˡˡⁱᵒⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ

이십팔

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"and if it makes you feel better yoona," he said lifting up his tattered sleeves,

to reveal a treasure chest of old bruises and old cuts. there were blues, yellows, reds, purples, an assortment of colors.

"we've always matched." he said, with an ocean of sadness tagging to his words, seeping through his smile.