[Hanbin, Bobby] Kissing 101  ¦ trad.

[Hanbin, Bobby] Kissing 101 ¦ trad.

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[traducción]"¿Por qué quieres que te enseñe a besar?" Preguntó Jiwon en un tono suave, inclinando ligeramente la cabeza de Hanbin y el más joven no pudo evitar mirarlo, sin embargo, sin importar qué tan atacado se sintiera, Hanbin no era el tipo de persona débil. Así que se inclinó más hacia adelante, presionando a Jiwon aún más contra la pared y dejando que una sonrisa se asentara en su rostro que podría igualar. "Tengo que aprender de alguna manera, y pareces una buena manera de empezar". autor: ikonhiraeth traducción: teamJJK link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/146672159-kissing-101-double-b
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Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands. He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks. ••• pictures edited by me. the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :) possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)

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