What am I? How do I identify? When I think of me the thing I think about first is disgusting wanna-be. I'd like to have any talent but no matter how hard I try there's just nothing I can do.
A tear started a competition on Park Kyung's Face and now all the excess water in his body wanted to compete with it. His dead boyfriend's biggest talent actually was to make him smile. Actually Jiho made everyone smile. He always seemed so happy, getting hyped about cake and chocolate.
I can't just be the depressed boy I am right now, or can I. Is it wrong to wish for a talent? Am I being selfish again? I need an identification. Hyung said he would see me as his love and Hyung Hyung said I'm a lil sucker and should get out of my room. I don't even know how to talk to strangers nor do I know how to act around them properly. I'm probably the most stupid person alive. I don't wanna write this anymore. See ya.
-Woo Jiho
Park Kyung reached for the third bottle of the day. He only had left his room to get alcohol today. "You're not the only sucker, Jiho"
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might just die //zikyung
Fanfiction"I'm sorry but I couldn't endure this any longer."
