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In the night scene he is known. Neither girls nor boys are safe from him, they succumb to his charm and sex appeal. He's tall, handsome and tramples the title of a bad boy.
Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Cʜᴏɪ Yᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ. F...
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Say it in a cold tone and with no manners.
The worst way of leaving would be better. No need for awkward considerations, the most definitive end would be better. I think it's the end and even if we don't talk, our unstable hearts shake us.
With one dangling piece left, either one of us takes the first step.
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Choi Yeonjun was lying at the head of his king size bed, leaning his back against the cold wall and fumbling with the wafer-thin string that he wrapped around the funnel-shaped white flower, also called calla. The boutonnieres had been part of his project for several years and he spents his free time tying and assembling them. He had different flowers, but at the moment the calla was his main flower. It represents him and his being. Because if there was one flower that stood for immortality, it was this one. These gently curved, white flowers have stood for eternal life since early times. And that was exactly what the pink-haired man wanted. Burn himself into people's minds. Be remembered forever, with a sweetish and bitter aftertaste.
He'd been sitting on his bed for two hours, busy with the thin wire, and after a while he had put on his glasses because the concentration ached in his eyes. Finally he put the flower briefly on his bedside table and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, sliding his glasses up over his forehead. Sometimes his hobby demanded too much intensity from him, but he still loved it.
