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"Kian, what the hell is a cigarette-" Jc barged into Kian's room, holding the stub of a cancer stick between his fingers. He instantly dropped it and used the same hand to wave away all of the smoke that came rushing towards him, like it was attacking him. Kian was sitting on his bed, head in hands, along with a cigarette. Jc coughed a few times before he confronted him. "Kian? What the fuck are you doing?!" A few steps later, the cancer stick was slapped out of Kian's hand, but Kian did nothing to stop him. He didn't have a reaction at all, actually. Jc kneeled down to Kian's height, and for the first time since he got there, Kian looked up at him. And what Jc saw wasn't something that he could ever prepare himself for. ••• - A Jian Story - If you're homophobic, then this isn't the book for you- The get the fuck out of here you little piece of literal pig shit. Smh ~ColorMeJian
Day One
