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Song Hayan, who was rarely interested in forming relationships with other people, was captivated by his younger brother's friend, who he thought was still very young. “Why is it always him?” “Sorry. I'm not saying you're like that, but kids your age usually…” “I've never been like this before. This is the first time I've ever felt this way for someone else.” Tears welled up in Yeo Woohyun's eyes. Every time his wet eyes trembled, Hayan felt a dizzying sense of falling. “And I'm not even that big. You haven't… even seen it in person.” “What do you mean…? Are you going to show it to me?” Woohyun impulsively stirred something in Hayan. I lived without knowing I had such a desire, but I flew towards him like a butterfly drawn to a flower. “Can I touch it?”

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