Downstairs (Joshler)

Downstairs (Joshler)

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𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆... 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: • This OS, 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜, is entirely in English • One-Shot inspired by: Downstairs - TØP • This isn't meant to be an insinuation of anything towards the artists mentioned; this is simply my imagination and other people's who like TØP. • If this type of stories isn't of your liking, feel free to ignore it 𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
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