This story makes me feel some type of way? like soft and vry poetic beauty?
Also I KNOW JAEHYUN'S LIKE ACTUALLY RLLY RIPPED N SHIT, SO DONT CLOWN ME, IT'S FOR THE SAKE OF THIS STORY JUST CHILL I KNOW OUR BOY IS SWOLE.
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I appreciate my mans okay?
AASLKJLAF WARNING!!! i know i said it in the beginning of this book, and the fact you are reading this means you understand what you may see while reading this. but i would like to remind you that this book contains: drug usage, verbal harassment, physical harassment, strong language (slurs), sexual exploitation, forced drug intake, cutting
I'm gonna put this ever once and a while just so you aren't surprised. i care about each and every one of you and would never wish anything negative upon you. please stay safe!
Yoon-oh stood in front of the full-length mirror, he lifted his shirt off and over his head, tossing it onto his bed. He stared at his body, running a hand over his flat stomach and thin arms. He poked at his thin biceps, frowning at how flimsy his limbs looked even when he flexed them.
"Oh just who am I kidding? No one would want a guy as puny as I..." He said, sighing when he looked at his skinny legs. Yoon-oh slipped his shirt back on, sitting down at his desk with a huff. The teen grabbed his precious leather-bound notebook, flipping to a blank page and resting the tip of his pencil on the top of the page.
