Her soft stares broke the peace of the room, and an equally soft smile appeared on my face. Propping myself up sideways with my elbow, I traced her facial features with my index finger, lingering on that moe below her right eyebrow. I can't believe she's mine. I love her.
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Short and Sweet
FanfictionA (maximum) 50 word per chapter one-shot/prompt collection. These stories are inspired by single words/objects and will either be featuring Mamamoo, or un-named, leaving the characters to your imagination! If this explanation is still unclear, take...
