Prolouge

He held up a carton of chocolate milk upto my face, looking away from me with an innocent and embarrassed expression on his face.

And weirdly, all the frustration that I had a second ago dissipated into thin air, as I looked at the disheveled boy in front of me.

"Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face, "would you forgive me, juho?"

My voice got stuck in between my throat.

He actually knew my name.

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A zuwoon au // SF9 { Zuho & Rowoon }

[a 10 part (albeit slow) series]