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  • Parts 1
  • Time 9m
Complete, First published Nov 09, 2021
"'Cause it's too cold, for you here and now, so let me hold, Both your hands in the holes of my sweater".

In a cold day of 27th December, Min ho dances in his studio at 9 pm, he moves smoothly as he thinks about all the feelings he had hidden from Ji sung while the boy sits, watching him dance. 

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