Today Hoseok told me who the orange haired man was.
He said that his name was Jimin, and that he was one of his closest friends. I wondered if I was one of Hoseok's closest friends as well. I also wondered if Hoseok thought about me as more than that.
My mood dropped once I realized that this was probably one sided, as I don't see why he would like me.
Hoseok asked how I was feeling and I said fine. He frowned.
I don't like making Hoseok unhappy.
My wrists itched.
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Graphite Smudges | YoonSeok
Fanfic"It's amazing how you can preserve someone's beauty with just the flick of your wrist and some smudges of graphite."
