J E O N G G U K
"Stay still for me."
The boy nodded, eyes squeezed shut and breathing forced as hands drifted from his chest to his thighs.
Jeongguk could feel disgust swirl in his stomach, wanting so badly to throw those hands off the boy— whoever he was.
The more he stared, the more conscious his thoughts became. Who was he? He looked about twelve years of age maybe...
There came the sound of knuckles against wood.
Knock.
Jeongguk ripped his gaze away from the crime and looked around, suddenly aware that he was free to move.
Knock.
Knock knock.
Then it stopped.
With furrowed eyebrows, Jeongguk edged closer to the bed where the boy was being assaulted. He paid close attention to his features.
Prominent lashes, elongated eyes, tan skin,
A mole at the round of his nose.
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yeah no way am i making this graphic
i hate writing these chapters lol it's disgusting to imagine
i swear i recoiled from my laptop like ten times
anyway good morning
this book is about to hit 2k??
like wow thank you so much???
i love you 🥺
- hay