"dont talk to me" i said to taeyong.
"sheesh sheesh fine." "okay. what's the problem ugh," Taeyong sighed.
"nothing. They are people who likes you and hate me for talking to you." i explain and rest my head on the table.
" but we are childhoo- eh wait. They do"
We were what?
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TRUE COLOURS || TAEYONG SHORT STORY
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