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I steal the book from seokjin's library and take it to my room and lock it.
I take my pen and start to write in it.
Your smile is my world, hoseok.
YOU ARE READING
my flowers in your garden | Jung Hoseok
FanfictionMy grave was alive, he decorated them with flowers. Every single day. "I was lying in my own pool of blood." J.h Short story. [Editing]
