Going Crazy For Him

Going Crazy For Him

jonginedkyungsooya05

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MatureComplete Tue, Jul 2, 20242h 11m

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------😳MAY CONTAIN SPG CONTENTS 😳------ Junkyu was busy looking somewhere to find his friends. Since it was first day of school, he was shy to communicate to others. He saw couple of students gathering in a corner so he also join. He saw the list of section. He cannot look properly because there are many students and he was being pushed. He looked on his side and saw a guy wearing a face mask. He didn't care. He just continue to look for his name. He was happy since he is in the same section with his friends, Jihoon, Yedam, , and Jungwhan. But a bit disappointed because Jihoon was not in the same section as his.He was about to leave when his hand swayed to someones legs and the worse is that he was pushed so his hands was moved to it's manhood. To his surprise it was hard. He looked who it is and surprised to see that it was the guy wearing a mask. He was about to say sorry when the guy suddenly left. Now he can feel that his college life would be awkward...

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