text on cover reads, "we're more similar than you think, i find myself in you"
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meet yang jeongin, a adorably sickly boy trying to make his days count
meet bang chan, popular, immensely funny and absolutely infatuated with the new kid in town, d...
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my mom slowly walked in, "i didnt mean to upset you jeongin... im sorry."
i shook my head, "im over it."
"are you sure? i left money on the table for pizza and the brownie things you like and whatever else you want."
"you only do that when youre leaving, where are you going?" i asked while sitting up.
she fiddled around uncomfortably.
"i was so stressed about you going to school for the first time... i forgot you were running out of medicine and you need it before you go to sleep... youve never not had it... if i go now, i should be back before bed..."
"i can stay with him." chan spoke up.
i turned my head to chan.
wait... no he cant. i am in a crisis. i am the crisis. is he the crisis?
enough of that, the cute boy... at my house.
the cutest boy at my house...
i am going to die.
"would you..?" my mom stuttered.
"yeah of course, i wouldnt mind." he told her.
bang chan! dont you dare! stop being nice.
"im not sure i have clothes lying around that would fit you."
"i have spares in my car."
i whipped my head to stare him down.
please say sike.
"only if youre sure...." she thought over.
"yeah im okay with it, my parents wont mind."
okay, well make them mind!!
"the longer youre here, the longer youll take to come back. i can man the ship for you while youre gone."
oh my god.
she nodded, "you are right! i should go. jeongin, ill see you later!"
she says as she runs out of my room.
oh my god.
oh my god.
"is that okay?" chan asks,
a million things were going through my head at once.
no not necessarily.
not at all.
i smiled, "yeah, perfect."
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sorry this is short. i feel like a robot, except this robot short circuits in the heat and hot metal gets all over the gears.
i am robot, robot is me. this summer is so disgustingly hot.
word about me, i dont function in the heat. i die.
hibernate unhappily for hours.
im hibernating and i dont like what ive written for hated so i havent updated because i dont want to update something im unhappy with.
thats why i only am updating this one and again, sorry this is short but the next one will be longer.
