Penknife demon
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On hindsight, picking up a penknife from the architecture studio on the last day of school hadn’t been his brightest idea. Hell, Sungyeol wasn’t even in architecture. To this day, he wonders how different his life would have been if he hadn’t picked up that penknife while waiting for Myungsoo to be done packing his stuff from studio.
Foreword
Cross-posted from ao3.
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