Sometimes I would ask myself if one could be a half. How could it be? Surely a person is a whole and not a half. Can one be a half? That question dawned to me the day I met that man. The man who was not a whole but in fact, only half. To be honest, I can’t really call him a man. During that time, he was still a boy.

      The cold days was always the worst. With my muffler pulled to the highest it could possibly be, just over my nose and stuffed my un-gloved hands back in my coat pockets. The day looked damp, dark and gloomy. Perfect for a single, sad tragedy. I could see my breath in the air, lingering for some time before disbursing somewhere else. The people of Seoul make their daily rounds. A warm cup of tea or coffee in their hands as they start their day. It doesn’t help much but rather, makes them colder. Only the palm of their hands feel the drink’s warmth, often burning their skin rather than gently kissing it. However, it left the back exposed and red with pain. I preferred to keep them in my pockets, knowing well it will keep both sides toasty warm until I found shelter in a building.

      I wait at the crossing. The lights seem to take longer than usual as the red man continues to stand proudly at its place. Some are impatient and go ahead, just seconds away from getting run over as a result. I feel nothing for them but only the thought of them being but true idiots. Not matter how much of a hurry one is, your life is worth slowing down for. I was still in the green, having half an hour before class started. Talking about green, the green man had finally decided to show his face. I let my face dig a little deeper into my muffler as I continued my walk to school. It took a good ten minutes before I reached to the school grounds.

      It was large for a secondary school, having two buildings front to back of each other. The large green fields separated the two, having a foot bath in the middle for students to stroll though. It was like having to walk through a park each time to get to the other buildings. During the summer, it would be a nice walk around. Many students chose to cycle through since it was a lot quicker and the path was a lot larger than said. During winter, it would host the yearly snow ball fights between students and teachers alike. The frozen ground laid a trap, having many students falling for it. Literally. The winter’s permafrost would lead to many accidents such a slippage and crashes for those still lazy enough to choose their bikes over walking from building to build by foot. Let’s just say, Seoul high school is known for their many accidents in the winter. Hence the school putting up a ban on the use of bicycles on the footpath during winter. Unluckily for me, my class was in the second building. I taught Art in building B. They taught students from ages 11 to 18 which was longer than most high schools. It was like a college combined. However, this year I only taught one class which allowed me to have some time to myself or help the students who wanted to exceed in Art.

      My side bag hung loosely on my shoulder, on the brink of sliding off. I took my hands out of my pockets reluctantly to look at my watch. 8:10am it read. Still half an hour till morning form started and another 50 minutes till period 1. I didn’t have a tutor group this year which was quite lucky of me. I managed to get a tip from the past Art teacher of the class I was going to get saying this year was relevantly difficult to handle. There was this one student who never really did much during class. However, he would often stay behind and produce the most outstanding pieces yet his commitment to class was below 0 at most. Most of the students in that class was also predicted to achieve no higher than a C at the end of their last year. Quite disappointing I might say. I had only taught that class once, having subbed for that same teacher who tipped me on them. He was ill and had to take a sudden sick day off resulting in me having to step in. That class had gone surprisingly well which came as a shock for me.

      I had no expectations for them but they had clearly exceeded all of them. No one argued, no one ignored me and no one rejected to do their work. They sat there and did what was given to them without a no on their lips. However, one was absent. I predicted it was the ‘outstanding student’ who chose that day to bunk as I stayed back to see if anyone would like to us the room before I locked it.

Today was the day I would be officially taking over that class. Though I had been at the school of little over a year, I didn’t really leave my assigned building that was surprisingly enough, building A. It was cosy and I liked it. It was only that one sub lesson I had to leave but this was something else. I felt as if I was moving to a foreign country with no knowledge of their language and culture. It frightened me. I could feel my whole body shaking and I was afraid I would go back to my old ways.

      I opened the door to my new class room and stood at the teacher’s desk. Rows of desks were laid out, much like a normal subject. The smell of paint was in the air but nothing told you specifically it was a creative class. I sighed and took off my bag, putting it on the desk before removing my muffler and coat. I made sure to put it on my chair neatly before doing what I felt was needed to be done. The warm air hit me almost immediately, happy to have finally gotten out of the cold, my body gave an inviting shiver.

“Right! Time to do some re-arranging!” I mentally encouraged myself with outspoken words. I rolled up the sleeves to my sweater before beginning my work. Rummaging my way through rows of desks and chairs, I somewhat violently pulled them apart, moving them to form a circular shape. I made sure there was a substantial amount of space between each desk to minimalize the room feeling slightly claustrophobic. It took no more than 20 minutes. The clock reached 8:40am and the first bell rang. Form was in action allowing me with still some time to spare. Quickly. I stood back at my teachers desk to have an over view of the room arrangement. A smile rose up my lips with my hands resting on my waist. I was happy with my work, wiping the imaginary sweat off my forehead. Now it looks like an Art room.

      The sliding of the door shook my heart. I felt my whole body jump, knowing that no one should be in lesson at this kind of time. Form didn’t happen in an Art room so there was a chance it was a teacher. I turned out quickly, meeting the eyes of a strangers.

“H-hello?” I called out. I didn’t recognise him. He wore the school’s uniform but I couldn’t put a name to his face. I tend to be quite good at remembering names but his just didn’t come to mind. Ignoring my greeting, he made his way to the corner of the room, close to the window and right at the back. Typical place for a student who wants nothing more than some peace and quiet along with full isolation of others.

“Do you not have form? Class has yet to begin.” I did my best to not stutter like before, putting my teacher voice on. Though I had been a teacher for a year and a bit, my sternness still hadn’t come through yet. The pupils liked me for my outgoing personality which was something I didn’t know if it was good or bad. The student looked up at me but said nothing. I didn’t my best to avoid his eyes, feeling the sharp gaze was already enough to knock me off my feet.

“I don’t go to form.” His first words came out to be. I was shocked for a bit, wondering what next to say.

“You should still not be here.” My voice was quitter but it still had the teacher feel to it. I was proud of myself for having kept it for so long with him in the picture. He shrugged his shoulder and sat down at his chosen seat. I could do nothing but watch with a gaping mouth.

“You should close that mouth of yours. Wouldn’t want a fly to go in, would you?” I pouted, turning around in annoyance to write my name on the board using the white piece of chalk provided, ready for the students to come in. When I turned around, I was in for a bigger shock. The student was no longer sitting at his seat but rather, right in front of me. Dose his footsteps make any sound?! I gasped slightly louder than I liked, falling back onto the chalkboard behind. For a student of 18, he really did well on his height, being able to tower me right there. Slowly, I could tell he was leaning closer to me. Our eyes locked for a very long time. Long enough to the point it was getting slightly uncomfortable for me.

He stopped when his face was just a few inches away from mine. Cold eyes in full view. Dark, lifeless and emotionless. Something about them frightened me. However, it was different. That fright was not bad in that kind of way. It was like reading a Haruki Murakami novel; frightening but also with a flicker of excitement as you delve into the book to see what lies ahead. I could see, that one corner. The corner of his eyes he could not hide but tries so hard to. Hope, excitement and loneliness. The things I would most like to delve into.

“W-what do you want?” Damn! My teacher voice had chosen to worst time to fail me! Not at this moment in time! I felt like a weak, old man trapped between some teenage thugs waiting to rob me of everything. Way to go me! My first day as a full time Art teacher sure was going well.

“Are you whole?” His question had caught me off guard. I remembered the way his lips moved to form those words. Those words which I know was filled with curiosity. The answer however, was unknown. Yet I could feel, it was the only thing that allowed him to cling onto life.

“Whole? How can one be a half?” He didn’t answer but rather, turned around to return to his seat. Without realising I had held my breath, I took a deep exhale. Then, it was time for the second bell. Period one was about to start.

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“Good morning class! I am Cho Seonsaeng-nim, your new Art teacher starting from today. Due to personal circumstances, Kim Seonsaeng-nim will no longer be teacher your class.” I pointed at the black board where I had written my name. The students seemed to get to idea and nodded in unison.

“So, since it is my first time officially meeting you all, I would like each and every one of you to stand up from your seats and introduce yourself.” I could heard groans and slight reluctance from the students, not wanting to embarrass themselves in front of the class. I looked at them, waiting for the first person to move. It wasn’t until 5 minutes of staring did I finally decide to hurry them along.

“My name is Park Yoochun.” I nodded, allowing the student to sit back in his seat. The introductions went on until it finally reached the end. It was him.

“Shim Changmin.” The boy said and quickly sat back down. I looked at him, one of my eye brows lifted up in confusion.

“Is that all?”

“That’s all you need.” The other students did their best to cover their snickers from behind their hands. I was annoyed but tolerated it none the less. I could tell he was going to be one of those troubled students, therefore I chose not to pry on things.

“Right! Let’s get start.” I asked them to take out their canvases from last week, knowing they had been working on life drawings. For now they were to only use the head ornaments provided from the school until further notice. I began to move three ornament to the middle, each facing a different way with a specific amount of space in between as the students took out their sketching tools and canvases from their draws. They moved their tables to the side of the room, replacing it with large easels. With the light of their granite pencils, they proceeded to draw the objects in front of them.

“One important factor to any drawing or painting is the space used between the objects. Too small and it could look too cluttered together. Too far and it could look empty. Space is the primary element to life drawings as well as precision and proportions.” I spoke as I walked around the room. I watched each student make their next move on the canvas. Their brush too harsh and cannot grasp the light touches needed to draw a human face. I do my best to help them, coming in to give tips on how to make their work better.

      Art is a difficult subject. Having so many genres to it, perfection is not really a word used in the art world. As the renaissance period goes and modern era comes, art begins to change with it. No onger do we have the perfect life paints of dukes and dames but replaced with lines and waves of contemporary. Though the modern is not to my taste, I still respect Art from all time periods. I applaud anyone who takes it up along their path, not knowing what lies ahead for them. I could be standing next to the next Van Gogh, teaching a new Picasso for all I know. Art is a blessing and a curse from those who embrace it. I know that better than anyone.

“That’s…very impressive…” I say aloud without knowing. Changmin, as I have found out, turned around with his pencil in his hand and stared at me. I couldn’t find the words to speak, nor did I want to. I continued to look at his piece. Each pencil stoke was faint but visible. The way the light shined was recorded with the multiple to make it darker. The space between the three ornaments made the painting look full of life rather than lifeless and boring. It was truly a sight to behold.

“Thanks.” I heard him mutter, going back to his drawing head on. I was surprised at the focus of the boy, having the mind of a professional artist already drilled in his mind. I sat back at my desk, waiting for answer.

Who was that boy?

Before I knew it, class had finished. The students packed away without another words, running to their next class as they didn’t want to be late. Well, that was most of them. I was shocked how they were still of obedient despite the talk I had with Kim Seonsaeng-nim. I was happy, really. But I didn’t know if this was just a phase and that they were going to explode before I knew it.

“Let’s go home today Min!” The boy named Yoochun said, wrapping his arm around the quiet boy’s shoulder.

“No, I have something to do after school today.” I told myself I wasn’t eavesdropping but I knew inside I was. I swore for a second I saw that corner of that Changmin boy’s eye look back at me. It was for a split second but it was long enough.

        School itself seemed to go by quicker than anticipated. I had nothing to do but stay back for a maximum of 30 minutes. If no one was to show up, I would lock the room and leave to go home. I winter sun shied away quicker than I was used to. It was only 4pm but it was already starting to get dark. It had passed the 30 minute mark and no one had shown up. I felt slightly disappointed but who was I to put my hopes up? It wasn’t like I was waiting for that one student to pop up. I sighed internally and picked up my bag after wrapping my red scarf across my neck. Wearing my coat, I was ready to leave to make my 20 minute long walk home. I locked the door, peering in one last time before heading home. It was getting darker, not to my liking. I could feel my footsteps quicken as the sun raced with me to see who could head home first. I wasn’t scared of the dark, I just wasn’t particularly fond of it.

        As I passed my usual alleyway on the footpath home from school, Ii could hear the loud chattering of students. I wasn’t a shock to me as young youths would often hang out there, smoking whatever they smoked and drank whatever cheap alcoholic drinks they could get their hands on. However, today seemed different. Their screams were louder than usual. No, they weren’t screaming, they were cheering. I could tell there was a fight going on between rival students. My gut instinct was to go in and check out what was happening, even threaten them to see if I could get the poor student off their abuse. With a teacher like mind, I went in for the kill. I slowly approached hen, not wanting to startle them or get unwanted attention.

“Look whose come to play!” So much for no attracting unwanted attention…

“What’s going on here?” I questioned, bending my body slightly to get a clearer view of the student lying on the group in a huddled position. I saw they were in pain but I couldn’t just run over and save them.

“It’s none of your business old man!”

“I’m only 21!” I shouted. There was something about being called an old man that wasn’t really to my liking. Thankfully, just at the moment, a car drove by. Its headlights allowed me to see some features of the injured student on the floor. It was then, I noticed it was our uniform the student was wearing. The dark, chocolate brown hair also reminded me of one of my students.

“Changmin… Shim Changmin…? Hey! Is that you?!” A small groan was all that I could make out from the many sounds blocking his voice.  I was so sure it was him.

“What?! You know this punk?”

“Yes, indeed I do! He’s one of my students.” They looked at me with gaping mouths, finally realising I was a teacher. With no other choice, they ran like a pack of hyenas realising they were no match for a lion on the land. When they disbursed to where they originally came from, I ran over to the body lying still on the ground.

“Hey! HEY! Shim Changmin!” I grabbed onto him, lifting him to about chest level. I could see blood dripping down from the top of his head and the cut on the corner of his lip. He was shivering the in cold, skin as pale as imaginable.

“We need to get you to a hospital…” Before I could move to find help, I felt something tug at my shoulder.

“No… Anywhere but the hospital…” Changmin pleaded. I looked at him for a while, contemplating whether I should take him to the hospital, his house or my own. Thinking it was for the best of us, I lifted him up onto my back and carried him to my house. It was another 10 minutes before I reached there. He was heavy for a teen but excusable with the height he was. Well above 6ft and stood slightly taller than me. I was surprised at the fact I was able to carry him all the way from that cold alleyway back to my house.

“You better not by dying.” I said in a monotone voice. I could hear a low chuckle beside my right ear where he was leaning against.

“What a nice teacher you are.” Fumbling between the body on my back and the keys in my pocket, it took some time before I was finally able to get into the house. My first priority was to sterilise Changmin’s wounds and make sure he really wasn’t dying. In lightning speed, I moved him over to my bedroom on the second floor and lightly threw him on my bed. I ran to the bathroom with a full first aid kit in hand and going in again to get a bucket full of warm water along with some clean towels. I lifted him up slowly. A hiss made their way from his lips to my ear as he moved upwards.

“Does it really hurt…?” I asked, cringing at the sight of an injured person. I was always weak when it came to blood. I’m surprised I haven’t fainted yet.

“I’m fine…” I scoffed at him acting as if it was fine. I began to take his uniform off, wanting to clear away any cuts that could be left on his body and had the chance to get infected. He seemed to understand that and helped me by moving into a better position to take the layers of clothing off. I could see there were a few cut but nothing too deep. However, there was major bruising along his stomach to the point it would be hard to even breathe. The youths had attacked where he was most vulnerable and would take the longest to heal.

“This will sting a little.” I prepared him for the worst. I let him grab onto my wrist for comfort in case it was really unbearable. With one towel, I put disinfectant on it and began clearing the wounds. The small cuts had plasters on top to cover it up. Changmin was surprisingly strong willed, not inching away with each touch of the disinfectant. I covered his whole upper half with a bandage after putting some special ointment to allow the bruising to heal faster. I began to get more worried as time went by and Changmin’s breathing began to quicken. I clothed him with one of my shirts which seemed to be a bit small for him but bearable for the time being. Next was his face. I dabbed the towel on his head, wiping the blood off his face.

“!” I was startled by the sudden profanity, stopping my tracks of cleaning the wound.

“I’m fine… just get it over and done with.” He spoke again. His grip had now moved from my wrist to the hem of my shirt, holding it tightly for some kind of comfort. I wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright but the words didn’t want to come out. I quickly and carefully bandaged his head up and wiped his bloodied lip. By the time I was finished, a line of cold sweats began to form around his forehead.

“You’re freezing!” I raised my voice. Changmin didn’t say anything but instead, fell onto my chest where he began to breathe even quicker.

“Wh-what do I do?” I tried to grab something, anything that might tell me something that could help Changmin. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t no doctor.

“Just shut up and stay by my side for now…” And that was what I did. Ii could hear Changmin’s light snores after a while. I allowed me to move him into a more comfortable position of actually being under the duvet rather than over it. I allowed him to sleep, knowing full well he needed as much of it as he needed. However, there was also the choice of staying home tomorrow to heal. I wanted him at least able to breathe before he stepped out of my room. I watched over his sleeping figure for a bit before leaving him to sleep peacefully. I went to the only room in my house where I was really able to think. My art studio. I was on the ground floor, tucked away in the corner. My art studio was built on the largest room in the house which allowed me to think and do work properly. It was then, that I was able to sit at my canvas chair and really think about what my next move would be with the boy.

      A string of thoughts came one after the other. They began asking questions of why Changmin was there in the first place to how I could possibly contact his parents to tell them he wasn’t coming home for tonight. They must be worried sick, seeing as their son was not home. The questions began to hurt my head and before I knew it, a good hour and a half had passed. I looked up at the clock, 5:30pm. That was when I decided it was best to begin cooking something for dinner. I stood up, letting out a loud groan due to the fact I haven’t moved for so long.

      Rummaging through my kitchen, I realised there was practically nothing there. I sighed at the pot noodles stuff in the back of my cupboard. It wasn’t really a meal. Anytime other time, I really wouldn’t mind having it to fill my stomach in anyway but I had a guest. Pot noodles wasn’t going to do; furthermore, my guest just had to be injured. The sun had already set by the time I was out of my daze. It would be something I would rather prefer to avoid but right now, I didn’t really have the choice in that. My mother had always made sure she served her guests the best cuisine she could cook up with the given time since hosting was always a big part of her life. If she knew I served a guest pot noodles, she would definitely have a go at me.

        I grabbed my coat, keys, wallet and phone before closing the door behind me. My worries subsided for the moment as a new one came in. I embraced myself for the cold, and the darkness that was to fall upon me.

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      Changmin found himself waking up in an unknown person’s bed. The words that were said before, all were forgotten. He groaned, putting a hand of his head at the pain for the injury worsened from the long nap. Parts of him felt a lot better but his body was a lot heavier. He had trouble standing up as he made his way up from the bed and downstairs to see if there was anyone there. Swaying side to side, he grabbed onto whatever he could to hold him steady. There was a close accident when his vision suddenly went blurry when tackling the stairs but he pulled through, managing to escape with a minor twisted ankle.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” With his memory completely wiped out, he couldn’t even remember the person who picked saved him and took him to his home. Changmin wanted to thank his saviour but he had to go back. He had to go home. There was school tomorrow and his parents were probably worrying about him. High chance they’ve already asked the police to send out a search team. Luckily, it had not been 24 hours so they wouldn’t had dispatched one.

      The silence indicated the home owner was not there at that moment. Changmin decided it would be best to leave a note of thanks before leave. It was a simple message consisting of only a line or two. It went something like this. ‘Thank you. You saved me.’ He was never one to go all sloppy in a message. Even if the person had just save his from those youths. There was a spare key tucked away in the corner of the kitchen counter. Changmin took it with him before putting on his shoes and leaving the house. It was a surprisingly warm house with not many furniture but still enough to show that someone lived there. With a small smile, he bid the house goodbye.

      The cold was worse than then he thought. Without his coat, it definitely had a bigger impact one him. He remembered wearing his coat when the people attacked him. There was a possibility they had robbed him of his coat or it was just inside that person’s house. It was easy for him to go back in since he had the spare key but he decided against it. Better he went home quickly that sprawled around any longer to find a stupid coat. Changmin locked the door and proceeded to put the key into the person’s mail box. However, a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“You know it’s rude to suddenly leave without a ‘thank you’ after someone just saved you.” Changmin recognise that voice. How could he not? He had heard it just this morning. No thought was given as he retracted his hand from the mailbox and tucked the spare key into his back trouser pocket.

        I had just finished shopping for dinner when I saw Shim Changmin with his badly bandaged head (courtesy of me) facing my mailbox. I called out to him, hoping he recognise me through me voice. I could see him quickly stop what he was doing and turn around. I knew at that moment, he knew who I was.

“Thanks.” I heard him mutter. I sighed. Knowing I wasn’t going to get anything more out of the kid. I walked forward, making my way to my front door to unlock it. I turned back to look at the 17 year old kid, extending my hand to inside the house as if I was an .

“You should come in. It late and I don’t want you going home in that condition alone. I would take you back but due to personal reasons, I can’t.” He stayed there, looking at in my eyes with the usual look. I could tell he want against my suggestion.

“Don’t make me force you to go inside.” I saw him sigh a little before walking back inside my house. He was shaking and the warmth helped him ease his wounds. Sleeping for a few hours didn’t magically health him and I knew that. Though he was acting like everything was normal, his eyes told me differently. Guarded with a wall of nothingness, I could see at the corner. The pain, sadness and loneliness. I could see it all.

      I found the note on the dining table almost immediately. My eyes skim read the two short lines and before I knew it, it was taken from my sight.

“Don’t.” I put both my hands up as if I was being held at gun point. Might as well be with his piercing stare.

“Sit. Dinner will be ready before you know it.” My eyes were on him until he managed to stop at a seat closest to me on the dining table. He was facing my way, putting his chin on the palm of his hands. Once I knew he was comfortably seated, I began to prepare dinner. It was nothing special. I had set the rice porridge cooking using half of my leftover rice from yesterday. It was put on slow cook so by the time I came back, it would be slightly bubbling. I smiled, taking the lid off the pot to see the rice porridge perfectly cooked. I began adding small pieces of chicken, chopped spring onions with salt, black pepper and a small amount of soy sauce for flavouring. I used the rest of the rice to make myself some Kimchii fried rice. All of it took no longer than 20 minutes tops. I quickly set the table, waving off Changmin who stood up to help me. My death stare worked a charm as he quickly sat back onto the chair. I put his bowl in front of his with a spoon and chopsticks; then the same with me.

“Thank you…” At first he seemed reluctant to eat it. I stared at him staring at the bowl of food until he finally picked up the silver spoon and picked up some of the contents. Changmin blew on it a couple of times before having the first taste. I couldn’t help but anticipate what was to happen next. He took his time giving some kind of comment on the dish. I could feel my heart drop to my stomach. What was it that was making me so nervous? I had no idea. Probably due to the fact it was my first time cooking for someone out of my family circle.

“How is it?!” I asked out of pure frustration. I watched as the corners of his lips flickered up, a loud laugh coming from him. It wasn’t long until he clutched his stomach in pain from the multiple bruises. I put my hand to my face, shaking my head. I walked over to him and rubbed his stomach with my warmed up hands hoping to make him feel a bit better. He seemed to relax from my touch, his shoulder dropping almost immediately.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in more pain. Finish eating and then to go bed. You can sleep on mine for today. Also, I don’t want you to go to school tomorrow, ok?” He looked at me with shock but quickly obeyed when I gave him another death glare. I walked back to my seat and we began eating our dinner in silence. I did my best not to stare at him though it was tempting. The clanging of the cutlery was all that was heard. Dinner was finished in a matter of seconds I sent him away without another word, pushing him into the bathroom to brush his teeth and change his clothes. The dishes were done quickly before I went upstairs to see how Changmin was doing.

“Are you ready?” I knocked on my bedroom door after brushing my teeth since the bathroom was empty.

“I’m done…But I think it’s a big too small…” He opened the door to my room where he stood proudly. I could see that the sleeves were a bit too short, the skirt clingy tightly to his body and the pyjama trouser reached just above his ankle.

“I think…its fine.” I gave him a shy smile, trying my best not to laugh at how silly he looked. He was lucky I gave him the light blue pyjama set rather than my pink one (It was given to me by my older sister). He looked at my with his ‘are you serious?’ face but I shrugged my shoulders, refusing to give him a proper answer.

“Go to bed now. I’m going to get changed.” I walked inside and to my wardrobe, grabbing my mint greet pyjama set. I quickly got rid of my clothes and got changed, forgetting for a second Changmin was still in the room.

“Oh yeah…” I muttered when I turned around, seeing him with his head turned to the side.

“Well anyway, got to sleep now. If you need me, I’ll be downstairs.” As I made my way out the door, I felt something grab onto my shirt.

“I-I feel bad… Your bed is big enough for the both of us…” I turned around but he wasn’t looking at me at all. As I thought, he had his hand on the hem of my shirt.

“What?”

“Stay.”

This was meant to be a one shot but I'll break it into parts. I hope you like it! I haven't writted for so long... I feel bad for not update T.T

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