Thirty-Seven (Twice S.Chaeyoung X OC Super-soldier)
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  • Reads 691
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 2h 7m
Ongoing, First published Mar 15, 2021
Mature
I'm a warrior made by humanity to fill the need of a weapon without character nor a genuine name until my significant other accompanied a moniker for me. I was unable to contain the recollections that made me who I am today. The valuable grin all over and the snickers when I kissed her shoulder. The lament of previous oversights took a clenched hand on the ground, punching the solid, breaking the surface. I laughed at the agony hurting in my chest, choking as I moved my look upon the red hot scene of the city.
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