Choking On Desire~ Woosan
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Wooyoung's brows furrowed as he stared at the bloody flower on the floor.
"He's coughing up flowers?"
"He likes someone?" Wooyoung wondered.
"No. He's absolutely in love with that person."
"It's fatal right?"
"If his love is not returned then it is."
"Serves him right, I guess." Wooyoung muttered under his breath.
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