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namjoon walked through the halls of the left wing, solemnly.
his shoulders bumped into those who were walked the opposite way.
no one cared.
even namjoon didn't care.
he was lying to someone.
lying to someone who was hurting.
he was hurting them more.
and just because he thought he was gross, he thought he was ugly.
because of the cuts on his face that would never leave.
the bruises on his arms that had been there for five months.
the grey shadow that swirled his expression.
they were all jimin's fucking fault.
namjoon felt worse.
he was using his dead and abusive ex-boyfriend as a fake identity.
and now namjoon was doing the one thing that jimin had done to him.
hurting someone he loved.
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this chapter is so fucking stupid but love u all byee
