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J E O N G G U K

"Thank you." The boy whispered.

Knock.

"Thank you for choosing me."

Knock knock.

An old, shabby door stood a few feet away, seemingly leading to nothing. However, with each knock the man's irritation grew and he stood to open it.

"No!" The boy blabbered, grabbing onto him. "Don't open it. Please— He doesn't need to know."

Jeongguk could feel the same dread flood his veins. Who's he? Who doesn't need to know?

The man settled back at the edge of the bed, continuing his disgusting acts on the poor boy. Desperate to find something else to look at, Jeongguk approached the door, curiosity eating at his intuition.

The closer he got, the larger the door expanded, looming over him, almost daring him to twist the handle.

Jeongguk palms were sweaty, his entire body trembling as he felt the cool metal of the knob under his hand.

He opened it.

Seokjin?

A slap pierced through the air.

"Tae!"

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