¡! ❞ ' i fucking miss you. ' four words, said too late. yang jungwon, how could you leave before i could say goodbye? polaroids scattered across the table made it's way back into an album, and stored deep in the back of her closet. a love story told long after its due, just like yoo haneul's library books. ¡! ❞ ♡ angst ♡ fluff ♡ cussing / strong language ♡ mentions of injuries, self-harm, death, suicide, warning u now ♡ purely fiction highest ranks achieved ; (●'◡'●) status ; ongoing start ; 10/7/2021 end ; n/a ! plagarism is a crime ! ! any translations / vers of this fanfic are prohibited ! @shampoo_fa1ry 2021 ©️ All Rights Reserved
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