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the tick of the clock soon becomes audible — my composure starts to submerge itself.
"and that's it for today, thank you all," i state, quickly ending the broadcast whilst the clock strikes the number eight.
with the clamoring chatters from the staffs i excuse myself quietly, earning a few bows as i grab my coat.
running outside of the studio in a hustle, i fold my hands tightly as they continue to drown in my coat.
i could die from hypothermia.
shit.
panicking from the nonexistent of my apartment key pin, i start to fumble around my pockets, with a fuse slowly burning it seems to represent the fettle that's occurring.
as my fingers stop by the touch of my apartment key pin i quickly open the door, warmth tugging me as i step inside.
"what's this?"
my fingers stop at one particular letter, the address, the name.
who are you jung hoseok?
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fortuity | jhs
Fanfiction❝yes, it's best to forget, but it's different if you can't remember.❞ and so his confide danced along the wind, their memories fly with it as their love remains remembered. a story about evoking long forgotten love and memories. hoseok pen pal!au oc...
