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[Changkyun]

The sun has set,

I make my way to my apartment but stopped when I see a familiar ashy-purple haired boy,
Crying.

It is you.
It really is you.

I ran to you and immediately cupped your face.

"Wh-why are you crying? What are you even doing outside? It's cold!"

And as I expected, the sky starts to snow, painting the grey pavement to white.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕀𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 •CHANGKI• ✓Where stories live. Discover now