(Three years of) Impulse
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Scream, Kibum. Scream for us or this – everything we have and are – will all be taken away by long brown curls and small hands and red stilettos.
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A/N:
Something I haven't done in a while: write. I've actually written this three and something something months ago (around October). I'm trying to get back to writing again since I've missed it badly and although I originally have no intentions on posting this before, I think it's worth a start(?). I don't know; we'll see, we'll see.
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