dngwookโ:
ย ย ย ย ย ย maybe he was never meant to have a normal life. maybe he had an addiction โย a problem nothing and no one could fix. no matter how hard he tried to turn that part of him off, he found himself crawling back to his old habits over and over again. dongwook couldnโt let that silver tongue of his go to waste. it kept his pockets heavy and blood pumping with that high.ย but sometimes, his luck runs out and heโs left with the taste of copper on his tongue and a bruised ego.ย โyou didnโt have to stop that asshole back there,โ he huffed, body aching with every breath. โnow i feel like i owe you. i donโt liking being indebted to others.โ
๐ท๐ฎ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ, out of breath, as he wiped whatever he had on his lips - probably blood, but well. โand living you getting beaten up, without doing anything ? no thanksโ he let out as he rested against the wall. he wasnโt the most fit or strong, but apparently, it had done the job even if he took some blows โyou donโt owe me anything, so worries about thatโ
