About fifteen minutes had passed in the greatest silence before Chris returned to his night work, leaving the teenager alone on the bench, admiring the Milky Way.
Jeongin sang while gathering the constellations, he knew them well now.
But he could not help thinking about his parents, his brothers, and the mistreatment and injustice he suffered, just because he was "a little faggot" as his father liked to repeat to him by hitting him.
Salty pearls quickly began to roll on the wounded cheeks of our little angel.
It was time for him to go home.
In terror and apprehension, Jeongin returned to his room.
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BLUE SKY (English ver.) - jeongchan
Fanfiction"as usual, the frail and peaceful teenager sat on the bench of the cliff, observing the starry blue sky. " a sad stray kids story. short. this is the traduction of my own book "blue sky„ which is originally in French.
