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january, mr. choi's, south korea ♪. insecure / jazmine sullivan, bryson tiller
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"geon-woo'a," his mother called, standing from the couch as soon as she heard him walking past the threshold, legs trembling, voice unstable because she was still shaken up by the earlier events in which she had to endure.
immediately, he'd stepped forward, worry lacing his expression, and that only deepened as he took a look at his mother's flawed skin up close. "eomma, what happened to your forehead?"
a small scar loitered the feature but the older woman shook her head with slight whimpers not being able to help themselves from slipping past her throat, resonating into the air causing hae-rin to slip past woo-jin and situate herself beside geon-woo. observing the only mother figure in her life with soft eyes.
"are you-" she was quickly cut off by miss yoon's terrified ridden voice. "hae-rin'a' what have you gotten yourself into?" her frail hands cradled the girl's face, gazing at her with glassy, round chocolate eyes, and hae-rin could've sworn she was staring into geon-woo's. like mother, like son.
