let the dust settle on yesterday
Description
Some people keep their memories of happy times in scrapbooks, in ripped pictures pasted around the house. Kibum keeps his in a simple acoustic guitar.
Foreword
just a short little drabble, I'll probably be posting a lot of those.
edit: I don't think anyone still knows this fic exists, 4 years later. But to warn, it contains death. I wouldn't read it and it makes me nauseated to think about now. I'm sorry.
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