Yoo Seola
I started panicking. I was suffocating inside this room, I was also claustrophobic. The girls locked me up inside the janitor's closet.
I started banging the door.
"Help! Help!" Tears ran down my face, I can't breathe properly. The last thought I had in mind was my notebook. All of my letters are there, and they are going to take some of my stuff.
What if they saw it? They'll know I like Taehyung.
And without knowing, I lost conciousness.
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letters | kth
Short Storyin which yoo seola writes letters for his future husband's eyes only.
