Muse.
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His hand weren’t grazing anymore, but scraping.
And sometimes, Seungcheol would break his nib.
Crazy how a stranger could make him feel alive like no one did before.
Foreword
Yo !
It's been a long time. I'm still working on OWMS, i just have to beta-read the chapter and i'll post it. Life got a little hard for me.
This story is a gift I made for Evy, my very good friend (known as hanlikesolo). I posted it on AO3 a long time ago, and I've finally decided to post it here, as well.
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