There he was. He's texting someone. He looks so upset, like he'd been crying all night.
That, or he's got a hangover.
He's still so beautiful.
"Mind if I sit?"
He looks up and grunts, "Go ahead."
He sets his phone face-down on the table and stares at the man in front of him.
He's so beautiful.
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stay | jihan
أدب الهواة"I'm Joshua." "Jeonghan." "I've seen you around." "Where?" "Here. Just here."
