── ❝ no more keeping score now, I just keep you warm❞
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Did Dohwa Baek just refer to an actual, breathing person as a human diary?
Yes. Yes he did. And it worked out in his favour somehow.
He rolled over to his right, his peach sheets crumpling with his movements. The tuff of blond strands atop his head was a tangled mess after the night's sleep. Throwing his legs down, he let his bare feet touch the cold marble floor, shuddering slightly at the impact.
His phone's inbox was filled with texts to the brim. Instead of opening them, he tossed the device on the bed, and then made a beeline for the shower.
Once he finally slid out of his suffocating house, completely dressed and trimmed, he found himself trapped in yet another asphyxiating environment.
His friends. Or so these snakes liked to think of themselves.
