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at times when hoseok wasn't looking at me, i was looking at him.

i'd just admire his beauty.
everything about him.

he never smiled at me yet.
but his lips spoke nothing but gentle words in a calm voice.
his silver eyes are piercing and cold to stare at.
but it never fails to see the little things about me and praise me.

that night, hoseok volunteered to cook us dinner.

i was sitting on the couch by the living room and i could see his back and his soft-looking, folded wings.
at the sight of him, i knew.
i just knew.
i'm starting to like my guardian angel more and more.

hoseok, can you hear me?
i hope you don't.
because i'm starting to like you, hoseok.

i saw hoseok stop moving and the ladle fell from his hand's grip.

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