for my skin is made of paper and my bones are made of glass
Description
Sometimes Yugyeom's best just isn't enough, and no matter how hard he works he never gets what he wants. And sometimes he thinks that's just how its meant to be, but he can't help believe he was meant for something more.
Foreword
This fic kinda ran away with me... Apologies in advance for the angst and the rambling, I just can't stop myself! Hope everybody enjoys!
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