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{WARNING: This book contain some sensitive stuff such as death,suicide,bullying etc.Don't read if not comfortable} "A few years after this school was built,a boy committed suicide in this bathroom.Rumour has it,that the boy is still here,waiting for anyone who dare to come to school at night to make them suffer,just like how he suffered when he's still alive." "I'm not scared of him...I feel sorry for him." Seungmin move into a new school because of an incident at his old school. When he heard about a rumour about his new school,he doesn't pay much attention to it. That is until something made him believe that the rumour is true.
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Jisung was seventeen, alone, and working nights in a dim Seoul bar where no one asked about his past. Born in Thailand. Parents gone at three. Moved to England at fourteen with his older siblings-his whole world. Then, in the same cruel month, his brother died in a crash, and his sister took her own life. He ran. To Korea. To nowhere, really. Then they walked in. Seven alphas. Close. Controlled. Quietly powerful. They didn't flirt. Didn't hover. But they noticed him-and kept noticing. One always left a warm drink. One always asked if he'd eaten. One never took his eyes off Jisung, but never made a move. They didn't ask what he was. But they knew. And somehow, without trying, they made him feel... safe. He didn't trust it. Not yet. But part of him-some small, aching part-wanted to stop running.

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