Summary
A decade ago, Choi Woosang was the boy who sat across from me in class, who smiled at my praise, and who offered a bizarre kind of comfort by calling me "pretty."
He was also the boy who broke me.
양아치와 스토커
A decade ago, Choi Woosang was the boy who sat across from me in class, who smiled at my praise, and who offered a bizarre kind of comfort by calling me "pretty."
He was also the boy who broke me.
양아치와 스토커