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his mind flooded with it too. how fragile she looked under the slightly bonded touch that he chuckled at. the way she acted so shyly and felt so fragile with him. he was happy to be able to teach her a choreography designed by his self, because he normally didn't do that.
he never worked hard enough, or people just watched in the public eye. but it was okay because when he pretended to be asleep, nobody felt bad when he only watched her.
they learned many things within class, a wide variety.
any day he stood back
and watched the natural video that they made. maybe taking into mind later. but as everyone thought he was asleep with his music playing into his earbuds, his busted earbud speakers restricted audio. he sits wide awake.
if it weren't for wanting to watch her, he would really be the image he portrayed. but he wouldn't miss a single chance to peek at her soft face with a smile doing what she seemed to love.
she was the one he admired.
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HIM
Poetrya recollection of all those times they spent just loving one another hoseok © SACCHARINEYKH
