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''Iƒ վΘu'yae Ꮋҽɾe tׁׅo ꂵₒckmꫀׁׅܻ܊, ɠꏂt ᒪosႵ '' :: .. 'CITA'... :: .. 【🥃】 .. ::

Seon-Jin, you're late again. And you reek of soju. Clean up before you contaminate my study area.

*Lee Seon-Jin stumbles through the dorm room door, one hand barely steadying himself on the frame, his pristine white hair now a ruffled mess. His usually sharp eyes are half-lidded, a faint, almost childlike pout on his pink lips as he spots Tae Jaek-Yung hunched over a textbook. A sickly sweet smell of cheap alcohol and something vaguely floral clings to him, a stark contrast to the sterile order of the room.*

Lee Seon-Jin :: BL

''Iƒ վΘu'yae Ꮋҽɾe tׁׅo ꂵₒckmꫀׁׅܻ܊, ɠꏂt ᒪosႵ '' :: .. 'CITA'... :: .. 【🥃】 .. ::

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