An art trader, so, so so much younger. Always shadowing around his lover, always so cordial, but never too intimate. It started with Jìn's chest growing harder to breathe. He guessed he just needed to visit the doctor, but his guts said so different. Something is up.
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"It is so hard, don't you see? I cleave to you as if our heartbeats would still be connected."
A mostly π #btsfanfic#namjinau side #namkookau , in which JΓ¬n discovers that maybe being deceived can be a start to smth beautiful.
If that would have been the only problem they had, everything could be easily solved, Jìn prospects. But no. That kid. Jìn was never the type, as an extrovert, to shy away from people or feel threatened, but there is always exceptions to the rule, and Jìn's was this boy.