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Dear Park fuckin' Seonghwa...

I fuckin' miss you.

Yeah, I know what you would say.

"I'm fuckin' here, Kim fuckin' Hongjoong."

And I know that you are here. I can even touch your cheek, if I extend my hand.

And, to be honest, I love your cheeks. Maybe as much as I love you, maybe less or maybe more. Okay, now you can start being jealous. Yeah, I know that you could do this... Being jealous about your cheeks. It's definitiley a thing of you.

And I know that you like when I pinch them, but for now I can only ceress them... So wake up, stupid!

They're so white... Hey, don't do that face! I know that they're pale and not white, but if I say that they're white I can say that they look like clouds...

But what if I say that clouds are as pale as you cheeks? Is this more poetic?

Hongjoong

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