cinnip
He was always calling me late at night. No words were exchanged, but just with his unnatural sort of grace, it drew me toward him. It was wrong; I shouldn't have felt that way. Yet every smile, every twitch, made my heart grow fonder. I had fallen for Pyo Jihoon without even noticing.
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