Today heard him talk.
His voice was beautiful. The cheery tone explaining a story to the same orange haired man who sat across from him once more.
I would say that I wished to be in that man's position, but I do not. For I don't even know the brunette's name, I only know how he changes the atmosphere of the room and how his laughter is more addictive than most music that I've heard.
I looked up and saw his eyes looking into mine from the table he sat at.
I left.
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Graphite Smudges | YoonSeok
Fanfiction"It's amazing how you can preserve someone's beauty with just the flick of your wrist and some smudges of graphite."
