“Wah,” Kibum half whispers, half smiles. It’s the kind of smile I’m pretty much accustomed to. And hate. “Look at that.” He picks out a few strands of my newly cut hair, not going too far before I swat his hand away with an annoyed pout. “Ow-I didn’t say anything yet.”
“You don’t have to. I know you hate it and you know what, freak? I could care
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