Seeing you in the lecture hall that day was so draining.
Instead of glowing and smiling at classmates every opportunity you got, you remained in your seat, holding your head between your arms. The sleeves of your dark top enveloped your oak hair and disheveled it.
You'd occasionally look up at the teacher, only to let me see the dark bags that were slowly etching themself into your golden skin.
You were wilting before my eyes.
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deprived | jung hoseok
Short Storythe most precious of flowers need many resources to survive but I guess she refused to give you enough you were a wilting flower and she was a thorn ♡ jung hoseok fanfic 2017 ♡
