Hoseok takes my tears away: he stoles it with his fingers, imprisons it in the paper and kisses them. Every time a drop hits his finger he puts it in his lips, like he's tasting some kind of special liquor or puts his lips into my cheekbones, in my cheeks, in my face... I'm not feeling well. The situation is getting worse.
He brings my face near his. "Baby don't cry"
"You don't really care about me" I say while looking everywhere so that I don't meet his eyes. Suddenly his bed sheet is interesting.
He smirks. Is he joking?
"Why are you saying that, baby?"
"You aren't doing anything to help me" I mumble, crying with more noise than before, "As long as you feel well with yourself, you don't care about my feelings."
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