"My Beautiful One" [2]
Title: My Beautiful One [CH.2]
Rating: PG-13 [To increase in future chapters]
Pairing: Onho + Others
Notes: Yay! Progress! \o/ There’s a bit more story development in this one, so I hope it keeps your interest D: Blah blah blah, more notes. Still nothing valuable to say xD I hope you loke this, because I quite enjoyed writing it ^_^ sorry for typos, I only proofread 30% of the time
[One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven]
Even after he got home, Jinki’s hands were still shaking. He knew he was over reacting - chances were that the tall boy with the enchanting eyes happened to be a very nice individual… that ninja’d into rooms… and magically new his name… and stared at him for God knows how long. He shook his head, those trembling fingers brushing passed his ear to remove the glasses from his face. With any luck, this was a one-time occurrence, and he’d never have to see that handsome creep again. Keys and glasses were both set on the table before Jinki shuffled into the kitchen and poured himself a much needed cup of coffee. The only thing he could do was... to try not to think about it, he supposed.
Easier said than done. Clothing was shed as he made his way over to the couch, sitting himself down to watch whatever his old television had to offer. Chances were it was nothing but early broadcasted news stories and bad infomercials, though considering he just needed to kill time and it was really just background noise for his crossword puzzle, both were acceptable. The strong java finally set in and went to work easing his rattled nerves. “Okay…” Jinki breathed, lifting a pencil and tapping it against his puzzle. “A five letter word meaning ‘unnerving’ or ‘spooky’ … ” He stared. And kept staring. The book was thrown across the room before Jinki buried his face in his hands.
It was going to be a long night.
The next hour was spent staring blankly at the TV screen, flipping through channels as he tried to find something - anything - to free his mind from the events that had happened on his shift. Jinki finally settled on some kind of tacky black and white romance flick that was probably older than time itself. Although with the bad acting and cheesy lines, he was beginning to wonder if it was a comedy in disguise. Ah, the ups and downs to archaic film making. Unfortunately, the movie would have to end here; it was time to wake Taemin up. True, the younger boy didn’t have to be out the door until seven a clock, but there were those difficult days where it took Jinki an hour just to pull the sheets off of his body.
“Taemin - time to get up.” He only knocked once before letting himself in. The boys face was buried underneath his pillow, one leg sticking out from underneath the sheets, notebooks and pens scattered about the floor that Jinki tried to avoid stepping on but ultimately failed in the end (hopefully they weren’t important.) “Taeminnie~” a muffled groan. “Taaaeeeminniiieee~” another groan. Jinki grinned, grabbing the exposed leg and tugging on it. “Wakey wakey.” The body shifted, and soon two thin arms snaked out from the sheets to grip onto the mattress. It wasn’t the first time they’d played this game, but apparently Taemin’s sleep-fogged brain made him forget that Jinki was significantly stronger than he was. A few more tugs, and the boy was on the floor.
“Hyuuung…” he clawed fruitlessly at the hardwood floor, trying to drag himself back to the warm embrace of his bedding and wondering why his body was moving in the opposite direction. Not wanting to scuff up his floor or his sons elbows, Jinki took the next step to the wake-up ritual: throwing the boy over his shoulder and dragging him out into the artificial lighting. This morning wasn’t nearly as interesting as some. Taemin didn’t kick, he didn’t flail, he didn’t swat playfully at the older male’s back, he didn’t need to be forced to submit through various tickle tortures. He just… hung there. His body just kind of slipped off of Jinki’s shoulder, oozing onto the couch and melting between the cushions.
“You’ve got that quiz today, don’t you?” Taemin nodded sleepily. “Here - try some of this.” He held out his mug, and the barely conscious body accepted it, sipping at the contents. He froze, blinked, and nearly vomited on the sofa. Bursting into a fit of laughter, Jinki took back the mug of coffee before Taemin could spill it on the floor. Taemin only drank coffee when it didn’t taste like coffee, and Jinki knew that. But hey, it definitely woke his mind up. “Don’t dilly-dally too long. Eat something before you go, okay?” He smiled warmly before patting the boy on the head. “Hwaiting.”
“Goodnight.”
“Good morning.” He waved over his shoulder before retreating into his own room. Aside from books, Jinki also loved music. Stacks of CD’s and sheet music covered his dresser and nightstand, some written on, others untouched. It was normal for him to read a bit to wind down, but his brain was so fried that it wasn’t necessary. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.
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He awoke long before his alarm went off. Granted, Jinki didn’t usually get to bed until seven or eight in the morning, which caused him to roll out of bed around five in the afternoon. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glancing at the clock, he found that it wasn’t even 2:30 yet. Part of him wanted to roll over and just sleep for another hour. The other part of him said “you need to pee and do laundry before you can’t open your bedroom door.” In the end, Jinki concluded that it would be more conducive to his evening to not wet the bed. He sat, stretched, then made his way to the bathroom to go through his wake-up routine.
Freshly showered and groomed, Jinki changed into a simple wardrobe of blue jeans and a plain black tee. He had five hours to kill - he could change later. Once… he had clean clothing to change into of course. Between Taemin and himself, four baskets full of laundry had to be hauled out of the apartment and to the laundry facility. Needless to say, Jinki was thanking every God he could think of that their apartment was on the ground level. Sangtae certainly would have kicked in if he had to travel downstairs, and he didn’t feel like explaining certain pairs of feminine undergarments. Taemin insisted they were more comfortable than standard briefs; Jinki just chose not to comment.
Getting all the laundry done had taken up most of his time. He took a moment to fold his own, while Taemin’s baskets were pushed off to the side by his dresser. Usually they’d go untouched for weeks, but now that it was Friday, hopefully Taemin would actually do his laundry when he got home. It was up in the air whether or not the younger boy would show up at the library tonight. Fridays were typically pretty dead, while Sunday evenings were busy with students cramming last minute for Monday quizzes. By request, he had Saturday’s off, so he couldn’t say how those went down.
Probably the closet party-goers trying to study off their hangovers.
He chuckled to himself, whilst slipping into freshly cleaned slacks and a button down shirt. Honestly, he really would have liked to see that. Jinki sang happily to himself as he scooped up his keys and glasses, the lyrics speaking about someone being ‘under his skin.’ The sunset was beautiful that evening - dazzling shades of red and orange covering the city in a warm glow. It was a shame that he had to spend it indoors, but at least the libraries large windows left him with a wonderful view of it all. Smiling to himself, he pulled out of his parking spot and sped off.
As expected, the student wing wasn’t exactly a bumpin’ party. The man at the desk was all too relieved to get off his shift, thanking Jinki and bidding him a goodnight before literally running out the door, squealing in delight about the chilled six pack waiting at home in his fridge. Clearly he had better things to do on a Friday night than work at a library. Jinki frowned; it must have been fun being forever alone with a bottle of malt liquor to keep one company. He sat down and removed his book, picking up in the spot he left off. Yes… he was so jealous.
“Hello Jinki.”
“Hel- huh?” His eyes lifted. “AH!” That bastard was back. That tall creep with the huge eyes and the charismatic smile which made Jinki forgive and forget every little unsettling thing he did, wearing the same freshly pressed uniform that he did yesterday. “H… Hi.” The smile played on his face and his eyes glanced down to a thick book he held in his own hands. The cover was worn, but because Jinki was a high-class bookworm, he still managed to recognize it. Silently, the youth set the book on the counter.
“I finished this last night,” that deep baritone was smooth as silk and sweet as honey. However, Jinki had the sneaking suspicion that there was arsenic mixed in that sultry cocktail - that if he became too addicted, nothing good would come of it. “I was hopeful that you may have the next in your collection?” He was a pleasant individual, there was no denying that, and if he hadn’t scared the fuck out of him the first time they met, Jinki may have actually liked him. He opened his mouth to speak, but found his tongue tied in so many knots he was surprised he didn’t choke.
Instead, he nodded, picking the book up and typing the authors name into the computer before him. Jinki already knew that they had the series in stock; he’d read them all a few times, as a matter of fact. Using the computer made him seem more intelligent… and less pathetic. “Ah, yeah, it’s, um,” he cleared his throat, “it’s over here.” He pushed the chair out, stood, and set to humiliating himself by tripping on absolutely nothing. He half caught himself on the table, and was half saved by a strong arm looping underneath his own flailing one. Sheepishly looking up, those black pools stared right back at him, Mr. Creeper flattering him with that amazing smile. He muttered something that could be interpreted as gratitude, blushed and straightened his clothing. After confirming yesterday’s suspicion that yes indeed this boy was stronger than he let on, the two stopped in one of many aisles of books. “… What’s your name?”
Jinki wasn’t sure what had spurred this sudden interest. His attitude had shifted from ‘get the hell away from me you freaky stalker!’ to ‘hi, I like your smile, hurr durr.’ He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the shelf, trying to find the desired book but finding his eyes constantly drawn back to this sinfully good looking man. Clearly he was caught stealing glances, because the tall boys shoulders shook with suppressed laughter, large eyes crinkling as that smile widened. “Ah, sorry.” He bowed his head. “Minho. It’s nice to meet you Jinki.”
Technically they’d already met, but Jinki didn’t really count awkward stare downs and magical information gathering. Somehow, he managed to smile. “You too.” His finger ran along the spines of the books on the shelf. It was around here somewhere… he just… had to find it. “I haven’t seen you here until yesterday,” His hand grabbed at a book, pulled it out a bit, and immediately pushed it back into place. Nope, try again Jinki. “What school do you go to?”
“Joyong Highschool,” Minho’s body remained still, and Jinki could feel those eyes studying his every action - every slight muscle movement as he failed again at his book search. When he glanced over, that smile was back on his face.
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“Not many have,” he reassured, “I’m from out of town actually.”
“Ah, that explains why the uniform is unfamiliar.” Jinki grinned, and finally, his efforts were rewarded, the next book in a trilogy removed and held out at arms length. “Here you go.” Minho bowed, accepting the book with both hands. “Um…” He bit his lip, eyes shying away as he adjusted his spectacles. “If you like that series, that author’s done another set of books called - ”
“I’ve read them,” Minho cut in, “Actually, I’ve read almost all of his stories… this is my second time going through this specific one.” Jinki froze. He didn’t know why it was so hard to find other people who enjoyed books over television, let alone someone who enjoyed it enough to reread books like he did. A smile spread across his face, and suddenly, Jinki found his tongue.
“… What else do you like?”
The night flew right by, the two making themselves comfortable at a table and just… talking. Small talk with coworkers was one thing, but he’d only had true full conversations with Taemin. Finding someone to connect with on an intelligent level was… well... it was nice. Minho apparently was also into sports, and sheepishly confessed that he could be overly competitive with things. As he talked, Jinki was sucked right in, poisoned by that sweet venom Minho somehow got away with calling a ‘voice.’ Before he knew it, 4 am had rolled around, and the woman to take over his shift had arrived and was already making herself comfortable.
“Ah! Sorry Minho, but I need to take off!” Jinki quickly got to his feet, gathering his belongings and bowing deeply.
Minho simply nodded, smile in place. “Of course… thank you for the book.” His eyes sparkled. Jinki tripped again. “I’ll see you… Monday?”
“Uh- sure,” the librarian tried his best to smile, but overall, it just came out awkward. “Nice talking with you,” he suddenly felt the knots returning, thus, he hurried back to his car before he pulled another stupid stunt. Well… this night wasn’t so bad. In fact, it turned out quite nicely, if Jinki had any say in it… and considering it was his work shift, he most definitely had a say in the matter. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, lost in his thoughts, then silently shrugged and placed the key in the ignition.
“Taemin,” the front door shut behind him, locking itself with a click
“Welcome home!”
Despite the fact that the younger boy had been awake for nearly 24 hours, Taemin seemed wide awake, curled up in a fluffy blanket playing his video games. “Taeminnie,” Jinki started again, “have you heard of Joyong Highschool?” It was a shot in the dark, but Taemin was still in school. Thus, there was a chance that maybe, just maybe, he knew about the schools in the surrounding area due to other students gossiping about sports events and such.
Taemin blinked. “Yeah, we read about it last week actually. Why?”
“Ah! Is it a private school then?” Jinki was suddenly quite excited. If it was in text books, then chances were it was upper class. Minho was well-educated, athletic, and his family was wealthy? Time to get buddy buddy. “Do you know what kind of sports program they have? Or how far away it is?”
“… Hyung?” Taemin’s brow knit together, confusion clearly readable on those soft features. “Joyong burned down 53 years ago.”
[To Chapter Three -->]
Rating: PG-13 [To increase in future chapters]
Pairing: Onho + Others
Notes: Yay! Progress! \o/ There’s a bit more story development in this one, so I hope it keeps your interest D: Blah blah blah, more notes. Still nothing valuable to say xD I hope you loke this, because I quite enjoyed writing it ^_^ sorry for typos, I only proofread 30% of the time
[One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven]
Even after he got home, Jinki’s hands were still shaking. He knew he was over reacting - chances were that the tall boy with the enchanting eyes happened to be a very nice individual… that ninja’d into rooms… and magically new his name… and stared at him for God knows how long. He shook his head, those trembling fingers brushing passed his ear to remove the glasses from his face. With any luck, this was a one-time occurrence, and he’d never have to see that handsome creep again. Keys and glasses were both set on the table before Jinki shuffled into the kitchen and poured himself a much needed cup of coffee. The only thing he could do was... to try not to think about it, he supposed.
Easier said than done. Clothing was shed as he made his way over to the couch, sitting himself down to watch whatever his old television had to offer. Chances were it was nothing but early broadcasted news stories and bad infomercials, though considering he just needed to kill time and it was really just background noise for his crossword puzzle, both were acceptable. The strong java finally set in and went to work easing his rattled nerves. “Okay…” Jinki breathed, lifting a pencil and tapping it against his puzzle. “A five letter word meaning ‘unnerving’ or ‘spooky’ … ” He stared. And kept staring. The book was thrown across the room before Jinki buried his face in his hands.
It was going to be a long night.
The next hour was spent staring blankly at the TV screen, flipping through channels as he tried to find something - anything - to free his mind from the events that had happened on his shift. Jinki finally settled on some kind of tacky black and white romance flick that was probably older than time itself. Although with the bad acting and cheesy lines, he was beginning to wonder if it was a comedy in disguise. Ah, the ups and downs to archaic film making. Unfortunately, the movie would have to end here; it was time to wake Taemin up. True, the younger boy didn’t have to be out the door until seven a clock, but there were those difficult days where it took Jinki an hour just to pull the sheets off of his body.
“Taemin - time to get up.” He only knocked once before letting himself in. The boys face was buried underneath his pillow, one leg sticking out from underneath the sheets, notebooks and pens scattered about the floor that Jinki tried to avoid stepping on but ultimately failed in the end (hopefully they weren’t important.) “Taeminnie~” a muffled groan. “Taaaeeeminniiieee~” another groan. Jinki grinned, grabbing the exposed leg and tugging on it. “Wakey wakey.” The body shifted, and soon two thin arms snaked out from the sheets to grip onto the mattress. It wasn’t the first time they’d played this game, but apparently Taemin’s sleep-fogged brain made him forget that Jinki was significantly stronger than he was. A few more tugs, and the boy was on the floor.
“Hyuuung…” he clawed fruitlessly at the hardwood floor, trying to drag himself back to the warm embrace of his bedding and wondering why his body was moving in the opposite direction. Not wanting to scuff up his floor or his sons elbows, Jinki took the next step to the wake-up ritual: throwing the boy over his shoulder and dragging him out into the artificial lighting. This morning wasn’t nearly as interesting as some. Taemin didn’t kick, he didn’t flail, he didn’t swat playfully at the older male’s back, he didn’t need to be forced to submit through various tickle tortures. He just… hung there. His body just kind of slipped off of Jinki’s shoulder, oozing onto the couch and melting between the cushions.
“You’ve got that quiz today, don’t you?” Taemin nodded sleepily. “Here - try some of this.” He held out his mug, and the barely conscious body accepted it, sipping at the contents. He froze, blinked, and nearly vomited on the sofa. Bursting into a fit of laughter, Jinki took back the mug of coffee before Taemin could spill it on the floor. Taemin only drank coffee when it didn’t taste like coffee, and Jinki knew that. But hey, it definitely woke his mind up. “Don’t dilly-dally too long. Eat something before you go, okay?” He smiled warmly before patting the boy on the head. “Hwaiting.”
“Goodnight.”
“Good morning.” He waved over his shoulder before retreating into his own room. Aside from books, Jinki also loved music. Stacks of CD’s and sheet music covered his dresser and nightstand, some written on, others untouched. It was normal for him to read a bit to wind down, but his brain was so fried that it wasn’t necessary. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.
--
He awoke long before his alarm went off. Granted, Jinki didn’t usually get to bed until seven or eight in the morning, which caused him to roll out of bed around five in the afternoon. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glancing at the clock, he found that it wasn’t even 2:30 yet. Part of him wanted to roll over and just sleep for another hour. The other part of him said “you need to pee and do laundry before you can’t open your bedroom door.” In the end, Jinki concluded that it would be more conducive to his evening to not wet the bed. He sat, stretched, then made his way to the bathroom to go through his wake-up routine.
Freshly showered and groomed, Jinki changed into a simple wardrobe of blue jeans and a plain black tee. He had five hours to kill - he could change later. Once… he had clean clothing to change into of course. Between Taemin and himself, four baskets full of laundry had to be hauled out of the apartment and to the laundry facility. Needless to say, Jinki was thanking every God he could think of that their apartment was on the ground level. Sangtae certainly would have kicked in if he had to travel downstairs, and he didn’t feel like explaining certain pairs of feminine undergarments. Taemin insisted they were more comfortable than standard briefs; Jinki just chose not to comment.
Getting all the laundry done had taken up most of his time. He took a moment to fold his own, while Taemin’s baskets were pushed off to the side by his dresser. Usually they’d go untouched for weeks, but now that it was Friday, hopefully Taemin would actually do his laundry when he got home. It was up in the air whether or not the younger boy would show up at the library tonight. Fridays were typically pretty dead, while Sunday evenings were busy with students cramming last minute for Monday quizzes. By request, he had Saturday’s off, so he couldn’t say how those went down.
Probably the closet party-goers trying to study off their hangovers.
He chuckled to himself, whilst slipping into freshly cleaned slacks and a button down shirt. Honestly, he really would have liked to see that. Jinki sang happily to himself as he scooped up his keys and glasses, the lyrics speaking about someone being ‘under his skin.’ The sunset was beautiful that evening - dazzling shades of red and orange covering the city in a warm glow. It was a shame that he had to spend it indoors, but at least the libraries large windows left him with a wonderful view of it all. Smiling to himself, he pulled out of his parking spot and sped off.
As expected, the student wing wasn’t exactly a bumpin’ party. The man at the desk was all too relieved to get off his shift, thanking Jinki and bidding him a goodnight before literally running out the door, squealing in delight about the chilled six pack waiting at home in his fridge. Clearly he had better things to do on a Friday night than work at a library. Jinki frowned; it must have been fun being forever alone with a bottle of malt liquor to keep one company. He sat down and removed his book, picking up in the spot he left off. Yes… he was so jealous.
“Hello Jinki.”
“Hel- huh?” His eyes lifted. “AH!” That bastard was back. That tall creep with the huge eyes and the charismatic smile which made Jinki forgive and forget every little unsettling thing he did, wearing the same freshly pressed uniform that he did yesterday. “H… Hi.” The smile played on his face and his eyes glanced down to a thick book he held in his own hands. The cover was worn, but because Jinki was a high-class bookworm, he still managed to recognize it. Silently, the youth set the book on the counter.
“I finished this last night,” that deep baritone was smooth as silk and sweet as honey. However, Jinki had the sneaking suspicion that there was arsenic mixed in that sultry cocktail - that if he became too addicted, nothing good would come of it. “I was hopeful that you may have the next in your collection?” He was a pleasant individual, there was no denying that, and if he hadn’t scared the fuck out of him the first time they met, Jinki may have actually liked him. He opened his mouth to speak, but found his tongue tied in so many knots he was surprised he didn’t choke.
Instead, he nodded, picking the book up and typing the authors name into the computer before him. Jinki already knew that they had the series in stock; he’d read them all a few times, as a matter of fact. Using the computer made him seem more intelligent… and less pathetic. “Ah, yeah, it’s, um,” he cleared his throat, “it’s over here.” He pushed the chair out, stood, and set to humiliating himself by tripping on absolutely nothing. He half caught himself on the table, and was half saved by a strong arm looping underneath his own flailing one. Sheepishly looking up, those black pools stared right back at him, Mr. Creeper flattering him with that amazing smile. He muttered something that could be interpreted as gratitude, blushed and straightened his clothing. After confirming yesterday’s suspicion that yes indeed this boy was stronger than he let on, the two stopped in one of many aisles of books. “… What’s your name?”
Jinki wasn’t sure what had spurred this sudden interest. His attitude had shifted from ‘get the hell away from me you freaky stalker!’ to ‘hi, I like your smile, hurr durr.’ He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the shelf, trying to find the desired book but finding his eyes constantly drawn back to this sinfully good looking man. Clearly he was caught stealing glances, because the tall boys shoulders shook with suppressed laughter, large eyes crinkling as that smile widened. “Ah, sorry.” He bowed his head. “Minho. It’s nice to meet you Jinki.”
Technically they’d already met, but Jinki didn’t really count awkward stare downs and magical information gathering. Somehow, he managed to smile. “You too.” His finger ran along the spines of the books on the shelf. It was around here somewhere… he just… had to find it. “I haven’t seen you here until yesterday,” His hand grabbed at a book, pulled it out a bit, and immediately pushed it back into place. Nope, try again Jinki. “What school do you go to?”
“Joyong Highschool,” Minho’s body remained still, and Jinki could feel those eyes studying his every action - every slight muscle movement as he failed again at his book search. When he glanced over, that smile was back on his face.
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“Not many have,” he reassured, “I’m from out of town actually.”
“Ah, that explains why the uniform is unfamiliar.” Jinki grinned, and finally, his efforts were rewarded, the next book in a trilogy removed and held out at arms length. “Here you go.” Minho bowed, accepting the book with both hands. “Um…” He bit his lip, eyes shying away as he adjusted his spectacles. “If you like that series, that author’s done another set of books called - ”
“I’ve read them,” Minho cut in, “Actually, I’ve read almost all of his stories… this is my second time going through this specific one.” Jinki froze. He didn’t know why it was so hard to find other people who enjoyed books over television, let alone someone who enjoyed it enough to reread books like he did. A smile spread across his face, and suddenly, Jinki found his tongue.
“… What else do you like?”
The night flew right by, the two making themselves comfortable at a table and just… talking. Small talk with coworkers was one thing, but he’d only had true full conversations with Taemin. Finding someone to connect with on an intelligent level was… well... it was nice. Minho apparently was also into sports, and sheepishly confessed that he could be overly competitive with things. As he talked, Jinki was sucked right in, poisoned by that sweet venom Minho somehow got away with calling a ‘voice.’ Before he knew it, 4 am had rolled around, and the woman to take over his shift had arrived and was already making herself comfortable.
“Ah! Sorry Minho, but I need to take off!” Jinki quickly got to his feet, gathering his belongings and bowing deeply.
Minho simply nodded, smile in place. “Of course… thank you for the book.” His eyes sparkled. Jinki tripped again. “I’ll see you… Monday?”
“Uh- sure,” the librarian tried his best to smile, but overall, it just came out awkward. “Nice talking with you,” he suddenly felt the knots returning, thus, he hurried back to his car before he pulled another stupid stunt. Well… this night wasn’t so bad. In fact, it turned out quite nicely, if Jinki had any say in it… and considering it was his work shift, he most definitely had a say in the matter. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, lost in his thoughts, then silently shrugged and placed the key in the ignition.
“Taemin,” the front door shut behind him, locking itself with a click
“Welcome home!”
Despite the fact that the younger boy had been awake for nearly 24 hours, Taemin seemed wide awake, curled up in a fluffy blanket playing his video games. “Taeminnie,” Jinki started again, “have you heard of Joyong Highschool?” It was a shot in the dark, but Taemin was still in school. Thus, there was a chance that maybe, just maybe, he knew about the schools in the surrounding area due to other students gossiping about sports events and such.
Taemin blinked. “Yeah, we read about it last week actually. Why?”
“Ah! Is it a private school then?” Jinki was suddenly quite excited. If it was in text books, then chances were it was upper class. Minho was well-educated, athletic, and his family was wealthy? Time to get buddy buddy. “Do you know what kind of sports program they have? Or how far away it is?”
“… Hyung?” Taemin’s brow knit together, confusion clearly readable on those soft features. “Joyong burned down 53 years ago.”
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