Hypersensitive - LGL

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monday came rolling in, and girls came to follow kuan lin's wondering feet as he carried an origami bouquet of sunflowers and a small container of apples. she was hypersensitive after all.

he stopped before her, setting his ego aside, showing her just how much she really did mean to him.

saejin's eyes trailed from his shoes to the items in his hands. she knew it was him, and a small fraction of her heart was happy it was him.

"hey." kuan lin whispers, his confidence washing away as his eyes came in contact with hers.

"i'm sorry." it was all she needed to hear.

although the flowers were slightly crumpled, torn, and folded the wrong way, it proved something to her.

there lays beauty in the most broken of objects.

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dont be ghost readerss ☹️ hmuu