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well fuck me. it is indeed jeongguk.

its him. its jeongguk

and so with every fibre of strength I have left in me,

'jeongguk' I croak out

he swiftly lifts his head up, looks me directly in the eyes with that same familiar gaze he gave me when we were together.

but only for a split second. just for a second.

and then he sets his jaw and his eyes become firm once again, devoid of any emotion and almost immediately leaves, like he was jogging, with his hands in his pockets and his hoodie up.

and just leaves.

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