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by salt-and-lemonade

by salt-and-lemonade

He was tall, cute even. With eyes that turned to crescent moons when he smiled, and an even milky skin tone.

Park Seungjun was sweet, adorable, someone you'd want to take care of even if he was bigger than you. But, he was lethal and important.

He was gay, and best of all, we got along.

Soon enough we found each other hanging out, spending time together. I'd try to make him watch a movie, he'd try to make me drink foreign things.

Somehow someway we found each other's company nice, and quickly enough, we blossomed despite our differences.

In some ways he masked the pain I felt for Heejun, but in other's he brought it out. But I was thankful for him, well, because he was the last person to see me alive. The last person to comfort me.

Before I died.

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