Jun's father was getting worse.
He would hit him almost every night now.
And Yoona had starting noticing.
He saw the way she looked at him.
But he would never tell her.
She couldn't know something like that.
Jun let out another cry as his father threw a glass bottle at the wall, the broken shards cutting his skin.
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Ukulele Boy | Junhui
Ficção Geral"You look at me like there's something worth looking at." ✗Wen Junhui✗ ❖Trigger Warning❖
