The crayons fell to the floor as Park Kyung heard some steps. He anxiously looked around, trying to find a way to get rid of the huge painting of a sunset on the wall. Childish? Maybe. But somehow it felt like he was now able to create a routine. Lee Taeil had given him the little box containing a total of eight crayons three days ago. And now everyday after breakfast he is writing down a singel word on the floor under his bed. After his daily check-up and lunch he'd collect ideas and then after dinner it was finally time for him to draw. To draw all the unspoken things. To draw little fantasies of better places.
The time's running and soon Park Kyung had been in prison for three months.
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Even when u hate Zico sitting in a tub of cookies u love Zico sitting in a tub of cookies.
Anyways haha. I don't know if any of you actually read this but if you do thank you for your support. I've been thinking about this plot for the past few days and yeah I hope you all will like the way it'll be going
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Fanfiction"I'm sorry but I couldn't endure this any longer."
