Paper Cranes at 3:05 A.M.
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Just like his paper cranes, he wanted to fly, to feel, to be able to feel the wind trickle through his hair and tickle his cheeks. Just like his paper cranes, he was fragile. Too fragile. For a paper crane could easily be torn off or bent or broken—and so could he.
Foreword
In honor of MIN YOONGI's A.K.A SUGA'S Birthday celebration, here's a oneshot for you guys!
I've always wanted to write angsty stories with beautiful symbolism and here's my take on it-- hopefully it's not too stereotypical and stuff, because mind you, angsty stories drain you of emotions. It kills you, I swear. :P
Anyway, hope you'll like it! Subscribe and Upvote! <3 Comment your thoughts down below as well! <3
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