a hooded figures maneuvered their way down the empty hallways, shoes lightly tapping at the floor as nimble feet made their way to a certain locker. as the figure got closer, he noticed a someone on the floor leaning against the wall a couple feet away.
even from their distance, the person could see whoever was on the floor, had fallen asleep. he chuckled silently and placed the note in the same locker. like he did everyday, he walked out the front door and made his way home.
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"dammit!" changmin sat down -defeatedly-next to younghoon three minutes before the bell for first period rang. "i fell asleep on the wall and missed the person." changmin pouted, earning a quick peck before younghoon's took the note out of the others hand and read it.
i hate how you always have lingering touches
like you can't be without contact for even a second
like you have to be connected that way
i hate how i'll never have your hand on my shoulder
i hate how i'll never feel a soft head pat
i hate how you fail to notice who i am
-new
"yeah, we really need to know who this is."
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I Hate You || Bbangnyukyu
أدب الهواةchanhee hates everything about the fact that he doesn't hate younghoon and changmin Includes: -very short chapters •letter style -fluff -boyxboyxboy -infrequent updates - -inspired by the poem in 10 Things I Hate About You
