Lullaby
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 10, 2022
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Romance
Chuuya always knows the perfect time to give a boyfriend "the speech" telling him it's over right after the first Romantic rush, but before any real emotional involvement happens.And Chuuya should have the perfect timing since he has experience dumping guys. Not to mention what he learned from watching his own mother who been married four times and is heading for wedding number five. So then what is it about Dazai that makes it so hard for Chuuya to follow his own rules? Is everything he hates messy, disorganized, impulsive and worst of all a musician like his father. The father chuuya never knew you the one who wrote a famous song for him but disappeared from his life. Chuuya has never had trouble getting out while the getting is good. but there's something about Dazai. Could it be that Chuuya is finally finding out what these love songs are about
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Chuuya is a thief, member and leader of the very well known Sheep, he's known for being both the head and the foot of the sheep, why? Because he is the one who plans everything AND the best fighter, using basically only his legs since he sees everyone as "unworthy of feeling his hands". Dazai is just another Sultan, a very bored one, money was good and all but it surely couldn't buy him happiness. Well, he didn't exactly bought his happiness, it actually stole him quite literally, but the money wasn't the problem here, stealing the little ammout that he stole? He could get that back in five minutes, but he stole something more... His curiosity, and that's dangerous. Soon enough, the thief stole his eyes, which only looked at him, his mouth, which only wanted to taste his, his ears, which only wanted to hear his beautiful high voice, his hands, which would shake only with the thought of touching his pale soft skin, his whole body, which longed to have the other in his arms, and with his body, of course, his heart, which would only beat for him the way it did.

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