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' you loved me because im fragile when i thought i was strong'
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his hands was eager to hold unto something rather than his own, he was getting lonely each second pass by and the thought of last night hunt him till he couldn't catch a sleep even a wink.
drowning himself to work more, his chiseled body made all the people weak on their knees inside the club- all his frustration, anger, sadness and he felt was all down, converting them to his strength and energy.
he could see all the people that would want to latch unto him, he just smirk, his eyes flickered over the young lass that was eyeing him from the start- not that he was complaining.
one thirty- five. the weather was cold, but his body was drenched with sweat, his room was filled with their voices crying with pleasure. the bed was shaking with him as he thrust deeper in her.
he stopped momentarily when she moaned, he profanities escaped his mouth when he stood up and wore his jeans leaving the girl dissatisfied.
" why did you stop?" the girl said in a whining voice, she was in a mess.
" i don't think i should do things i would regret." he sat down on the near edge of the bed still shirtless.
the girl could sense something was wrong and so she stood up and changed, she grabbed her purse and gave him money which he declined.
"no miss, i didn't satisfied you, don't waste it on me."
" no, it was rather good, mister." she said and kissed his cheeks goodbye.
he heard the door slam and that was his cue to cry. his tears cascaded as he bent down and hold on his knees, covering his face as much as he could.
his sobbs erupted the silent apartment.
his trembling form made her sad, but she could do nothing but look at him.
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Fanfiction#85 -Seulmin his eyes widen at the reflection " are you a nutella? because i want you in my mouth." in which a boy would find someone watching him every 2:59 am.
