Good People


Doyoung couldn’t really say if he was a good person, or was he even barely scratching decent? His friends decide to assure him that everyone is and they’re overall relatively okay people.


"Am I a good person?"

Johnny huffed at the question his friend asked, clearly amused, "Total , Doie." His expression softened though when he turned around to meet the younger's thoughtful face, "I'm just kidding. You're great."


A/N: I published this when I had the need to get something out of me and now I regret it because I didn't take the proper time to edit it. So now I really have to fix that when I get the chance. Makes me embarrassed oh dear. 

This is such a mess. I need to edit this T^T


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