My likes and dislikes were always clear. I loved music, performing and writing, but hated pickles, the colour brown and the sound of people crying. Everything belonged to either one, it was black and white. But when you came around, I did not know where you belonged. Like, or dislike?
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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...
