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“We were born on the wrong sides of the same chaos. Neither of us belongs where we are.”
Jongin snorted.
“I thought angels were supposed to be the poetic ones.”
Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes at the black feathers sprouting from between the other male’s shoulder blades. “You’re not an angel.”
He laughed, the sound echoing eerily off the walls of the damp cave. “I don’t pretend to be.”
That’s half a lie, Kyungsoo thought, ignoring the subtle jab, because Jongin always wore white whenever they met.
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