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Yugyeom? you called to the older male. His shoulders tensed, and he hesitated before he turned to face you. What are you doing here? The two of you were stood outside your school gates, the entire student body bustling around you on their journey home. As you stood there, head tilted backwards to look him in the face, he was glaring down at you. You mom convinced my mom to make me come and pick you up after school every Friday. Every… Friday? you asked, bewildered. This was the one day your mother wouldnt be able to pick you up so you usually just walked home, so why was she making the one person who didnt like you take you home? Keep up Y/N, didnt your mom tell you this morning? I didnt see her this morning. Last night? I didnt see her then either. He silenced. Well, hurry up, Ive got better stuff to do than walk a kid home. The entire walk home was in silence. You just walked next to him, hands clutching onto the straps of your backpack and head down. He made no noise - even his footsteps were silent - and he ended the entire trip rather abruptly as he got to his house three doors down from yours. See you next Friday Y/N. Try and get rid of that dopey look on your face in the meantime. You stuck your tongue out at the back of his head. Sure. See you, Yugyeom, You took a slight breath. Thank you. Mm. The next week ended in the same fashion, as did the week after that. The third week of Yugyeom walking you home was strained, with words always on the tip of his tongue as he took in the half dried tear tracks on your face and the quiet sniffles throughout the journey. He didnt ask, and you didnt tell. That was the first week you hadnt said goodbye as he turned away and at the absence of your voice, his head swivelled back towards you and he stared at the back of your head until you were in your house. You didnt turn to look at him once. The next Friday you were pleasantly surprised with Yugyeom waiting in front of a car. As soon as he saw you, his sunglasses were pushed up to rest on his head and he opened the passenger door for you. Whose car did you steal? you asked in bewilderment, sliding into the leather seat. He laughed, the noise you had only ever heard from a distance surprising you slightly. My friends. He jogged round the car, ignoring all of the bewildered looks that he got from your student body as he opened the door to the drivers side and slid in too. Im taking you for dinner, your mom cant come home to cook for you tonight. You were surprised. You always cooked for yourself and it was very rare she would be home for dinner anyway. I cook for myself all the time anyway. you informed him, watching as his brows furrowed. How often does she even see her mom? Well, she asked me to take you to dinner anyway. Do burgers sound good? Seven months had passed like this. He would walk you home, gradually opening up to you about his family, his six best friends and his ambition to be an idol. He would tell you what he had done that week, he would tell you what he was going to do that week. He introduced you to his friends and you hit it off immediately. He told you about himself; his favourite colour, a weird dream he had that he couldnt explain, something that his mom said which he found annoying. You always listened too; he was by far one of the most interesting people youd ever met and after the two of you had gotten past the initial awkwardness, he quickly became an incredibly important figure in your life. He always waited for you at exactly quarter past three in the afternoon, always leaning against the same bit of the fence, always wearing sunglasses. You didnt know why he always wore sunglasses. You never really thought to ask him. Another three months had passed, and the two of you had become a constant in each others lives. It was completely involuntary on your side, but one moment you were sleeping in your bed and the next Yugyeom was on top of you, crushing your ribs into your lungs, and you knew your friendship had reached a new level of comfort. It had been a whole year that Yugyeom had been walking you home when he came home. You didnt know he was in the house, watching you out the window when you hugged Yugyeom goodbye, perhaps lingering longer than you should have. You didnt hear the front door open, or his footsteps towards you. You didnt know he was behind you until Yugyeoms eyes widened and you whirled around, coming face to face with your worst nightmare. You immediately took a step backwards onto Yugyeoms foot, making him exhale slightly into your hair and causing you to jump away from him, until Yugyeoms hand grasped onto yours to hold you steady. Y/N, who is this boy? your fathers voice cut through the tension and your soul like steel. Uh, um, this is, ah, u-u-uh… Speech had left you completely, and you just stared at your father with your mouth opening and closing like a fish. My name is Yugyeom, sir. Yugyeoms calm, even voice glided from behind you and you breathed out shakily, hand tightening around his. His hand squeezed yours in response and it was moments like this where you thanked Yugyeoms perceptiveness. He knew something was wrong, he just didnt know what. I was asking the girl. your father snapped, making you shrink in on yourself. It had been so long since he had last walked out of your front door and you had thought you were free. You had thought that you could just go on without him, recovering and learning to defend yourself from people like him in the future. Of course not. Of course he came crawling back, and of course your mother forgave him. She always did, no matter what he did. This is my friend, Yugyeom. you whispered, staring at the floor. The boy two doors down. You nodded in response, still keeping your gaze down. Well? he prompted and you looked up in confusion, before remembering. You jumped away from Yugyeom, tearing your hand out of his grip even as he tried his best to hold on. Thank you for walking me home, Yugyeom. Ill see you next week. You even went the extra mile and bowed low in front of him, making his mouth drop open in bewilderment. Y/N- You ignored him, walking away from him and going past your father into the house. Youd be lucky if you saw Yugyeom again. You could eat your words as you slid your bedroom window open to let the older boy in. He was slightly winded from the climb up, but he crawled in and stood up straight, towering above you and making your bedroom seem that much smaller. Are you okay? he whispered, hand reaching up to caress your face, face dropping when you flinched away from him slightly. Y/N? You just shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. You really shouldnt be here. you muttered, not looking at his face. You didnt want to know what you would find there, swimming in those eyes. Y/N, I dont understand whats going on. That was your Dad? Yeah. you whispered, even quieter than before if that was even possible. Then why did he give me the creeps like that? the boy asked, moving around you to flop onto your bed. You internally groaned. If your Dad was to walk in now, see this boy he hated on your bed, youd both be killed. You really have to go, Yugyeom. you hissed, walking over to him and gripping onto his arm. Its really not safe for you. Then its not safe for you either. He sat up suddenly, opening his legs so you were between them and he tugged you by your waist closer to him, gazing up at your face. Throughout your friendship, Yugyeom had these moments where he could touch and look at you as if you were the only thing in the world he needed. He treated you like you were his girlfriend or something and, as much as you knew it was wrong, you loved it. You loved the way he would tuck you under his arm and walk with you after school, you loved the way he would pull you away and glare when he thought you were too close to one of his best friends. You didnt know why, but you loved the way that he made your heart hammer. Gyeom, you whispered, reaching your hand out to stroke his cheek softly. He leant into your touch, making you smile. You honestly should leave before he finds you up here. Come with me, he muttered, head still resting in your hand. Come to my house. I cant. Why? Hell come up to check on me soon and I dont want to get caught. Y/N, I really dont understand whats going on. he said, standing up suddenly and leaning down to switch the light of your lamp on. He turned to face you again, and he almost vomited at what he saw. Patches of bruising littered your face and arms, dried blood dribbled from your nose and a cut above your eyebrow. Your lip was split and your left eye was in the process of blackening and swelling up. What the fuck, he hissed, pulling you closer so he could inspect the damage better, blood boiling. Did this bastard do this to you? Yugyeom, its fine. Leave it. Dont get involved. you protested, pushing his hands away. What the hell? How can I not? he gasped. Y/N, youre covered in bruises and cuts, thats fucked up. I know, okay? I know. But let me fix this on my own, okay? Itll be over soon, hell leave again and my mom wont let him back. She wont. Is that what you said last time? Yugyeom hissed, making you wince at the insensitivity. The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, him staring at your face and taking in everything. Im walking you home from school everyday now. Okay. Ill make excuses for you to come round all the time too. Okay. Ill get you out the house as much as I possibly can. Okay, Gyeom. You come to me everytime this happens and Ill clean you up. Your breathing hitched slightly, and you looked up at him to make sure he was certain. Youre… Youre sure? Yes. Y/N, you were planning on going to sleep without cleaning yourself up. Come to mine, climb up to my room and Ill do it. O-okay… Im going to clean you up now. Yeah. * Yugyeom was getting sick of it. He hated seeing you covered in bruises and cuts, scars and scrapes. He hated the way you stared at him when he held onto you and wiped over your injuries, bandaging them up. It took another two months for it to get even worse. You would come to him with blood coating your hands, the source and injury that would scar you for life. It didnt take a genius to figure out that your father was mere moments from killing you, but you still insisted on not getting him involved. He didnt want to do anything you didnt want him to do, but he felt that he would have to have a serious chat with your mother sometime soon. So he did. When you were at school, he went to your house. Your fathers car wasnt on the drive, and he knew that your mother would be because this was one of the few days that she stayed home from work or elsewhere. He knocked a few times on the door before she answered, looking appropriately disheveled. She had bags the size of Yugyeom under her eyes and she was more hunched over than the last time he saw her. She was aging quickly, and she was literally withering away under his gaze. Still, he saw no signs of physical injury, which meant that Y/N was either taking all of the blows or this woman was ignorant to what was going on. Yugyeom? she questioned, and even her voice was aged and croaky. My girls at school. I know, maam. Im here to see you, actually. Her face displayed obvious surprise, but she stepped away, opening the door wider to let him in. He stepped in, feeling hesitant to go in. There were signs of destruction obvious everywhere - vases that used to be perched on tables were gone, there were square shapes on the walls where picture frames used to be but had either been knocked off or taken off. He felt sick. This was the house you were beaten and attacked in; he didnt want to be here at all. What can I do for you, Yugyeom? Is it your mother? Is everything okay? Its actually about Y/N. My girl? What about her? your mother asked, pausing in her movement to the kitchen. She didnt know. How could she not know? Even if Yugyeom hadnt seen it first hand, he would have been able to tell something was wrong just by the look in your eyes. And your… Husband. Oh. She sat down at the dining table, gesturing for Yugyeom to do the same. As he complied, she opened her mouth to say something, but he spoke first, interrupting her and effectively shutting her up. I dont think youre a stupid woman. Quite the opposite really; youve managed this long by yourself, working however many jobs and raising a young woman as wonderful as Y/N, he started, staring straight at her whilst he mentally structured what he was going to say. Youre not ignorant, and youre not blind. Youre a strong, smart woman and Y/N is fortunate to have you as a mother. The older woman looked down at the table, smiling slightly at his words. However, her joy was short lived: If this is all true, however, then why are you allowing your daughter to be ruthlessly attacked and beaten by your husband? A knife could have sliced through the tension in the room. Yugyeom stared straight into her eyes and she did the same to him, neither person wanting to look away and give in. Never before had Yugyeom ever said anything of such a nature to someone older than him - he even spoke to his best friends with more respect - but he had also never felt so passionate about something. Countless times Yugyeom had been covered in his most precious friends blood, and countless times he had had to stitch you up. He had had to cleanse your wounds without saying anything to anybody for too long and he was sick of it. Youre a reasonable person. I seem to have knocked you speechless, so Ill do all the talking for you, Yugyeom was ruthless. He was saying all these words to the woman who was powerless against his anger and she merely shrunk in on herself. One day, and most likely one day soon, your husband is going to kill your daughter. Hes going to go too far, she wont be able to make it to my house, and she will die. And you will have let it happen under your roof. Would you be able to live with yourself? A miniscule head shake. Then why are you letting this go on? She said nothing. Either theres something wrong with you, or you dont care about- I care. What? I care, she raise her head to glare at Yugyeom. I love my daughter like any mother would love their child. I love her so much; shes my rock throughout everything and shes the only reason why Im still here. So how dare you come into my house, throw around words like this and accuse me of not caring about my child? My only child? Yugyeom raised an eyebrow, muscle in his jaw working furiously. Then why have you allowed this to go on? Why did you bring that man back into your home? Why did you let him back in if you knew what kind of a person he was? I dont expect a child like you to understand. Maam, please dont insult me like that. I love him. Yugyeom was baffled. How could she love someone like that? Turns out youre right, I dont understand that at all. We met in high school. He was wonderful back then, he was so attentive and kind. He was such a sweetheart, and I fell so hard for him. We married right out of school, and then my girl came along. We were together for so long that it was just natural for us to be together; every time we separated, it was too hard, so we just came together again because it was comfortable. He started getting belligerent, and he would come home drunk or angry from work. He would start hitting me, and when my girl turned ten years old, he would hit her. I tried my hardest to protect her, I even forced him out of the house, but he always came back and I was too weak; I let him back him. He was sweet again, like the boy I used to know all those years again. I thought we would finally be a family again, but I see now that it will never happen again. She shook her head, sighing heavily and moving her gaze from Yugyeom to the table. Thank you for telling me it had started again. I never see my girl anymore, I had no idea. Ill get rid of him for good, I promise you that. * Your mother was true to her word, and the next day you came to his house with a glowing smile that knocked the breath straight out of him. You were so, so happy. He was finally gone and you would be able to move past this and recover, with Yugyeom right by your side. Of course, your happiness would only last for a short time. Tears dribbled down your face, clutching onto the front of his shirt. Please dont go. you gasped through your sobs. He was crying too, but he was trying to gently tug you off him. Y/N… Please dont make this harder than it already is. Please, Gyeom, please dont leave me here alone. I cant do it without you, please, I need you! you were almost hysterical at this point, crying and clutching onto him, sliding down to your knees in front of him. Y/N, stop this. Yugyeom, you cant go! Please dont go without me! This is my biggest dream, Y/N, dont take this away from me! he shouted, surprising you into silence. His best friends were stood a while away, watching with sombre expressions. They knew how close the two of you were, but they didnt think that you would react like this. You were always so calm and put together, it was alarming to watch you fall apart like this. You slackened your grip on him, rising to your feet and wiping your tears as you removed all signs of any emotion from your face. Youre right. Im sorry, you bowed to him, making him release a sigh. Good luck, Kim Yugyeom, Ill be rooting for you. Y/N… he whispered, watching you turn from him and walk away. Y/N, please! Yugyeom, cmon, we have to go. JB came up to stand beside the younger, placing a hand on his shoulder. Y/N! he still called, reaching out to go after you, but JB pulled him back. Let her go. Give her time to cool down, and call her tomorrow or something. This isnt the end, shell be okay in a bit. It had been three weeks since the two of you had spoken. Yugyeom had only managed to call and text you a dozen times in the time he had free. You hadnt answered, for whatever reason. It was all he could do to try and get time off to get the train back to see how you were and to ask in person why you werent picking up your phone. He was almost sick with worry but he literally could not leave Seoul. Training was ruthless and it was all he could do to make sure he was eating and sleeping enough, let alone finding the time to get away and call you just for you to ignore him. It was months before he heard from you again. It was a Sunday, and it was one of the rare days that he didnt have to go down to the practise room until midday. He was lolling on his bed, considering calling you - of course, he didnt, because he had finally stopped calling you three weeks before. It was at that moment, when his phone buzzed in his hand and he groaned exaggeratedly, raising the screen to his face to check the text. Princess: Hey Yugyeoms eyes nearly fell out of his skull and he swore he pulled a muscle when he shot up to hunch over his phone and allow his fingers to dance across the keys. Gyeom: what the fuck? Where have you been? Ive been worried sick and all you have to say is hey? What the fuck Y/N Admittedly, he could have been kinder, but he had spent so long thinking about you, so many sleepless nights worried that your Dad had come back and he wasnt there to save you this time. Princess: Im really sorry :( Ive been really busy with school and stuff. What about you? Hows Seoul? Training? Everything you wished for? School? You were so busy for four months that you didnt even have one second to send a quick text to let him know you were alive? He sensed bullshit. Gyeom: Why are you lying to me? Its been four fucking months, Y/N, and your excuse is school? Bullshit. Tell me the real reason. He thought he would have been so relieved to hear from you again, but all he felt was anger. Betrayal. His best friend, his closest friend, had ignored him for four months whilst he was all alone in busy Seoul. He felt… abandoned. Princess: Gyeom… Please. Ive missed you, just… Talk to me, please? Princess: Gyeom? Princess: Yugyeom? Please dont ignore me Princess: Yugyeom, Im really sorry! Im so sorry Gyeom, I didnt want to ignore you like this Princess: Gyeom… Princess: Okay, Im sorry, goodbye His phone buzzed pathetically on his bed where he left it, grabbing his practise bag and walking out of the room, casting one more glare at the inanimate object, hoping for the heat of his glare to hit you. He didnt want to talk to you. * You were sobbing, curled up in a ball on the floor, fingers wrapped tightly around your phone. Pain burst like fireworks around your body when you tried to move even slightly, but you didnt cry out from that. Your heart was hurting. You had hurt Yugyeom. You had pushed Yugyeom away, and now you were paying the price. How foolish could you be, to think that pushing him away was going to make both of your lives easier? He had spent so long trying to cling onto you, but no, you ignored him and neglected him. You were the worst. You flexed your ribs slightly and a hiss escaped your lips as another burst of pain ripped through your body. Either God hated you, or you were the unluckiest person in the entire world.
After Yugyeom had left, things had been quiet; your Dad hadnt come back, but everything was so much lonelier. Things at school had gotten bad again - without Yugyeom collecting you from school everyday, the same people from before would follow you instead, harassing you, catcalling you, throwing things at you. You tried your best to ignore it, you really did. You didnt react because you thought that if you didnt do anything, they would get bored and move on. 
If anything, it seemed to make them try harder to get a reaction out of you, and soon it became attacks in school. They would trip you, shove you, smack things out of your hands or throw things at your head. Today, it had gotten incredibly physical; they had cornered you on your way home and had waited for you to open your mouth before one of them punched you so hard you thought you had died immediately. It had gotten really bad now that Yugyeom wasnt around to protect you. You had started working too, to help your mom with the bills. It wasnt much, but you had gotten two jobs working downtown late at night. They left you tired and unable to concentrate properly at school, but it was helping your mother, so it was worth it. You had only managed to scrape enough money together to pay your phone bills the other day, and you hadnt had the guts to message Yugyeom. Really though, was hey the best you could do? He didnt deserve that. You didnt deserve him. * He read through all of the messages you had left him with flared nostrils and the muscle in his jaw working angrily. He was exhausted, completely drained, and all of his muscles screamed in pain at once, but he was fueled by anger and betrayal. He wasnt thinking straight at all when he sent the next text, and he had never regretted anything like he had regretted that immediately after he sent it - he didnt think he would ever regret anything quite like it either. Gyeom: Whatever. I hate you. Dont ever message me again. In fact, delete my number. The world would be better without you anyway. As he sent these words - the words he had promised to himself he would never say to anybody - he felt something inside him break. Another three months had passed and they were easily the worst three months of Yugyeoms entire life. He couldnt sleep, he couldnt eat or drink. He lost so much weight he was almost unrecognisable and the dark circles under his eyes made him look like a corpse. All he could think about was you, and the words he had sent to you. He could only imagine the look on your face and the feeling in your heart as you opened a text from him, expecting to find his usual words, but you found that instead. 
He wanted to vomit. He needed to scrub all of his skin until he felt clean again. He didnt think he would ever, ever forgive himself or get over what he had said to you, and he didnt expect you would either. You never replied to him. It had been three months and a week since he had sent the text and he was still unsettled. Training had gotten a lot more ruthless and he nearly didnt have the time to think about you, but he still managed. Whilst he was memorising routines, your face floated in front of his vision and he was getting slightly frustrated. Yes, he loved you, and yes, he regretted everything he had said to you, but even when you werent there, you were distracting him from his work. He had to work hard in order to debut but he couldnt when you were always in the back of his mind, staring at him with those big sad eyes. Instead of going directly to you (because that had worked so well the last time) he decided to call his mother, knowing that she still lived by you and would tell him whatever she knew. Imagine Yugyeoms surprise when even she didnt answer the phone the first few times. Panic gripped him as he dialled the number again, and the flood of relief that ran through his system as he heard his mothers voice was enough to floor a man. However, his body soon froze up again when he heard his mother crying. M-Mom? Yugyeom whispered, clutching the phone to his head harder. Whats wrong? Whats going on? Yu-yugyeom. she gasped and Yugyeom bit back tears. He didnt even know what was happening, but he hated when his mother cried. Mom? Mom, whats wrong? I-Its, its Y/N, Yugyeom. It felt a lot like someone had just poured a bucket full of icy water over him. What? he whispered, hardly able to catch his breath. What? Whats wrong? What about Y/N? Is she okay? Is she there? Gyeom… she murmured and Yugyeom felt a spasm of pain shoot through his chest at your old nickname for him. Mom? he cried frantically. Whats wrong with Y/N? Shes… his mother inhaled shakily, the emotion still strong in her voice. Shes gone, Yugyeom. Yugyeom was heartbroken. Everybody knew it. Hell, the entire JYP building knew it by the sound of the younger boys screams. The phone fell to the floor and his fingers laced in his hair, trying his best to clutch onto something so he could get a grip on life. To get a grip on something real, so he didnt slip off the face of the Earth. The feeling in Yugyeoms chest was something that he couldnt even describe with all of the words he knew. Not a single thing could tell anybody the pure, sheer, raw agony that ripped through him. Yugyeom was completely ruined. Everything inside him was crying out in pain and Yugyeom didnt know what he could to keep a lid on his earth-shattering grief. So he didnt. He threw everything he could get his hands on across the room, letting them shatter and break just like his heart and soul had. He punched and kicked and clawed and screamed at anybody that ran into the room to calm him down, and soon he was bursting through the front doors of the JYP building, ignoring the shouts from his brothers behind him and hurtling out on the street with only his wallet and his phone stuffed hastily in his back pocket. As his feet slapped against the pavement rhythmically, the remnants of his heart pounding loudly in his ears and tears stinging at his eyes, threatening to blind him, he knew exactly where he was going - he was going home. He was going to you. Yugyeom, his mother gasped, opening the door wide to reveal her son that looked like he had walked to entire way there from Seoul. Wha-Wha-What are you doing here? Y/N… he whispered, eyes filling up again. Hed thought that, after crying pathetically the entire train journey here, that hed have ran out of tears, but he couldnt hold back the tears and the sobs as he crumpled into nothing in front of his mom. Mom… he sobbed. Mom… I know, she cried, falling to her knees in front of him and wrapping him up in her arms the best that she could. I know, baby. I know. It hurts, he sobbed. It hurts so much. Make it stop, please! It felt rather like his body was on fire, knowing that he would never see you again. He would never hug you, never laugh with you, never look into your eyes and wonder how one person could be so astoundingly beautiful. He would never walk you home from school again, never lie on his sofa with you and stuff your faces with pizza and he would never He would never hold you tight against his body as you shook with sobs overnight. He would never knock on your front door to look down at your face, always beaming and always so happy to see him. He would never hear your voice again and he would never ever hold you again. He would never get to tell you that he had fallen so deeply in love with you as if he had plunged head first into an icy lake, and now he was drowning. tagging the fam~ @twistedPuppy @VatcheeAfandi99 @Sammie9952 @B1A4BTS5ever @resavalencia @moose1998 @vipgirl5 @locoforjiyoung @xxchicharitoxx @AubrielPope @LemonLassie @SuperJuniorelf @kennaxx @KAddict @amberg1711997 @awkwardlove23 @NicoleFireRose @salo @janessaakemi @LisetteZapata @mrsjeon @swarrier16 @JuanitaBooRiv @xoxorittie @LunaCordero @merryjayne13 @alyssadonell @TerraToyaSi @MariRi @CallMeMsDragon @Isolate @amandamuska @AmberRelynn @TheEnlightmen @EmilyPeacock @RebeccaLondon @kisashimizu16 @Tamaki1618 @SkyBlast @StephaniePoore @OhltsJas @tiffany1992 @Polarstarr @firstladyfamog @minimanim3 @AnnieGodman @Winx9119 @KhrystinaLee @Raz4L @KarenGuerra93 @lizbethruiz617 @Gaarita100 @Chace @Kimnam94 @FaithMarrison @JuliaVIP @Kpossible4250 @NellybugJohnson @MelissaGarza @BangtansWife95 @amberg171997 @strawberrylover @EmilyGardner @Parktaemi @romsalina @KwonOfAKind @micahirene @KaeliShearer @ChandraTorres @ManiGray @kpoplover492 @hayoungforever @vlargo @otakukpoper @mariadelzam @CristinReynolds @Exoexo @leviniax @HyunnieKim @adorably @Zoelove @3SecoundsOfHope @BrandyJones @MaelStormVIP @NikkoNole @VIPFreak2NE1 @cagonzales9696 @ShifaKulsoom @Abigailh758 @xMangaLover @HeichousRegalia @IsisMayaVelasco @GreciaFlores @FromBlue2U @RandomName @dianalakoreana @RandomName @Princess2425 @RKA916 @MichelleRosa @IDK2018 @SweetDuella @KPandaLover @loljan17 @BridgetJara @Kitty17 @ShinoYuki @Hongbinhyung @LemonLassie @AliceChess @Izzy987 @yaya12 @BiasKpop @Kenzielogical11 @Baekyeol27 @dreemer13 @QueenPandaBunny @KhouYang @BTSxEXO @Princess2425 @AngelaDarkness @LunaFergus @InfinitySky @tiffany1922 @Kyokeo @Momina427 @imiebegay14 @AshleiRyals @SindyHernandez @ImHayley @jjrockstar @OppasManBun @Tae4everyoung @EvodiaEbraheem @AraceliJimenez ( please tell me if you want to be untagged i will gladly untag you so please just be polite and ask i would do it if you want to be tagged in my cards tell me and i would be glad to add you on my cards thank you)
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bawling my eyes out.
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