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     'Im happy that my night activities was now composed of kissing, holding hands and feeling warm than listening to blasting music and making scripts' Shinwon proclaimed as he was face to face with a sleepy hui, his grey hair covering his eyes that shinwon had to reach over to remove it.

'You make scripts? For what?' Hui said as he shuffled a little to insert his feet into shinwons tall legs.

'Everything, I guess. I never had my own story to tell but I have so much stories in me. Getting someone to play it out was my satisfaction.'

'So tell me shinwon, what we have now. Is it going to be part of your scripts?' - 'Is it authenticated?'

Shinwon in his 19 years of life, could only furrow his brows in confusion. Is he implying that what he was doing right now...was fake?

'What we have now is not a part of the scripts but a part of my story.' Shinwon said as he held hui's face closer, the proximity of their gaze was causing hui to whimper.

He felt inlove.

Shinwon too, that he smiled before saying,

'Actually not just a part of my story, I wanted you to be a main character.'


























A protagonist needs a muse right?

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