Empty Lives
Description
Daehyun laughed softly and stopped walking, pushing up his left sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch.
– I don't know your name yet.
– Youngjae. My name's Youngjae.
It was two minutes to twelve when Daehyun, with hands still warm, held the boy's face and kissed his lips softly.
– Happy birthday, Youngjae.
Foreword
I originally wrote this in spanish and that's how I was going to post it, but I tried to translate it and I quite like the way it's turning out. So, I'll upload this story as soon as I'm done with the translation.
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