he just fucking looks like exactly jungkook, the man he loved.
"yoongi? why are you staring at me?"
yoongi quickly looked away, a tint of red blushing on his cheeks.
how did he knew that it looks like jungkook?
simple, he just collected pictures of him and his past boyfriend... which he considers still his boyfriend until now.
"jungkook?"
"yes, hyung?"
yoongi took a deep breath...
"where did you come from?"
jungkook dropped his paint brush, quickly picking it up.
"i-i... i can't remember."
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i wish i confused u
YOU ARE READING
blind colors.
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