“Hankyung?”
“Hmm?” The elder did not look up from the stove as he made his Beijing fried rice.
“Is Heechul…um…” Ryeowook took a deep breath. Two words down, two to go. “Is Heechul a…” He couldn’t say it. They were in the same band for how long now? How could he still be questioning Heechul’s…
“Wookie, breakfast is almost done. Just hang out in the
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and I totally agree with you,editing is a pain in the butt >_
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Editing...My worst enemy.
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that macro made me LOL so hard.
i understand how your fic got inspired now. XD
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^_^
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chullie~~ tsk tsk tsk XD
i think i left a comment on all of your entries. haha~
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