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once taehyung exited the museum, their doors shutting with a loud bang, he admitted a relieved sigh. for an unknown reason, he felt extremely pressured, and as he'd walked down the gravel trail and to his car the feeling simply left and resurfaced.
on his windshield, under the wiper, was a small― white piece of paper.
once seen his breath stopped for a moment, his hand pulling it gently out from under the wiper.
on it read―
i hope you like the painting, sweetheart.
even though the painting reminded me of your beauty,
no matter what, you are the most beautiful of them all.
SAC 700 S-D-S-G , S 137-718 , SK
P#1600 , H12F
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FIXATION , 固定
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