You're nothing. Nobody's going to want you. Those words had been drilled into him from the start, until he met San, a man who owned a flower shop. Wooyoung didn't know if he'd survive the night. He didn't know if he wanted to. But as his eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling him under, he clung to one thought: he was free, even if it hurt. Even if it felt like the end.
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