Kris leaned against the glass door leading to his balcony. It was a rainy night in Seoul and memories of lingering touches in the rain, stolen kisses at the back of the cab and cuddling on his warm bed hit him. The nostalgia was overpowering, nearly knocking the breath out of the young man. Without even seeming to think about it, he reached in
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And no one told Luhan...
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thank you for this lovely piece. ♥
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