Today he wasn't here.
I thought that he was going to be, so I ordered for him as I had come to learn what he drank each day.
Maybe he got sick.
I had no way of knowing as I hadn't asked Hoseok for any means of contact, the small part of my brain that was afraid of rejection overpowering the rest.
I finished my coffee and walked out the door of the café.
His coffee grew cold without him.
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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."
