is this love? (Sope/yoonseok)
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Ostatnia publikacja pt., wrz 4, 2020
hoseok was walking outside but then heard noises in an alley that sounded like whimpers and sobs so being the good person he is went to check on the person
hello? Are you okay?
n-no m-master l-left me h-here alone
master?
y-yes m-my m-old master *sobs more*
do you wanna come with me then little One?
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