It's another summer morning when I'm woken up by the chirping of cicadas...
The sunlight shining through the window was a bit dazzling. It seemed like I had had a long, long dream last night, and in the dream was... Him
Who is he?
It's because when you smile, your facial features are squeezed together
My mouth always pouts inadvertently
Sometimes silly and cute, sometimes serious like a little monk
A boy who is sometimes bright like the wind and sometimes gentle like water
His name is Kim Jun-myeon
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PS.: The story is fictional after all, please do not pretend to be a real person.
Intent: Sweet sadistic novel
