You.
I look around and see hundreds of pictures, maybe even thousands of the same boy.
I see him in older looking ones, and newer alike, there's dates of when they were taken in red ink at the bottom of each photo.
Pictures are everywhere. On the walls, on the counters, on the chairs, on the cabinets, on strings hooked up everywhere.
Where there aren't any pictures there's a name, it's always the same thing. Written in thick black ink.
"SEUNGMIN ♡"
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