"i'm going to stay over seokjin's house for a while."
"oh.., okay."
you're about to reach the front door when i call your name,
slowly you turn your heels facing me
"i love you," i said in a sad tone.
"hm."
and you leave.
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The Subtle Arts of Moving On
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