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«Alright then. Maybe one day we'll be best friends, who knows.»
Mark responded with a little smirk on his face, hitting the cigarette with his index finger to make the burnt paper fall out.
«Maybe if you start to pay rent, I can have a thought about that.»
«Or maybe if you're the one who stops paying it. What if you become a cliché bad boy, huh? You'd look good with a leather jacket, a cigarette, and black hair.»
Donghyuck rolled his eyes and looked down to the sidewalk, how much longer would he have to deal with this shithead?
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A boy, who's trying to escape his past through unconventional methods, seeking comfort in drugs and alcohol, meets a boy who is trying to build his future by pursuing his greatest passion.
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