the chinese was close to ripping his dyed hair out, the paper in his hands crumbled in his tight grip as he continued to sob even a day after the funeral. he woke up on the cold floor still dressed in his black tuxedo and a fallen letter to the ground. deciding that he'll now spiral into a slow-ending hole of denying that junhui had passed, he opened the next letter.
only to be crying again, to chuckle at the little improvs that man had left in his horrible but yet neatly handwriting, he had tears running over the once dried trails of tears from the pervious night.
gosh junhui,
what have you done to me?
YOU ARE READING
✓ one day.
FanfictionDELETING SOON. junhao | short romance in which, jun has one year left to live and he ends up being selfish. "i don't want to tell anyone about this, but by the time you read this hao, you'll never see me again." word count :: 2, 955 [ lowercase...
