Twelve Years
Description
There was the opening, and the slamming of a door. In a drunken stupor, Sanghyuk knew he wasn’t thinking straight — but he also knew he couldn’t imagine what he saw. He knew he shouldn’t of gone to that party; he had far too much homework to do. But Jaehwan begged and begged, and who was the younger to say no?
Foreword
Written to help me get out of my writer's block. It was a provided prompt on tumblr, sent in by an anon.
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