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Playing Soldier
Title: Playing Soldier
Paring: Henry / Ryeowook
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Ryeowook-centric. Depressing and omg its in 2nd person >_>
Summary: Everyone has to do their time in the army and one day Ryeowook will too. He might not be bad at it but it won't necessarily be easy. Its hard when who you are gets in the way of who you need to try to be.

Everyone does it and you can do it too. You know everyone looks at you and thinks you can’t physically handle it. You’re too small and delicate for the rough training and day to day routine of a soldier. But you’re stronger than you look and better used to physical exertion than any of them know. Everyone is shocked when you’re hardly even fazed by the first round of training. The other newly enlisted soldiers are already wavering while you just stand there waiting for what comes next. Even if you were tired already, you’re so good at concealing by now that no one would ever even know.

You’ve spent so long with a constantly erratic and shifting schedule that it’s strange to have such a set routine regulating just when you go to sleep and when you wake up. You get more sleep the first week there than you’ve gotten since before you joined the label. It only makes you tire out less easily and get better at everything they want from you. Over all, you’re doing much better than anyone around you expected and those put in charge of you are quick to let you know just how impressed and proud they are.

But the newly enlisted soldiers around you haven’t forgotten who you are and never seem to tire of giving you hell for it. Despite the fact that everyone has to go, the army is still the world of the manliest of men. That isn’t exactly you and they aren’t going to let you forget that. While the higher ups in charge of you praise you for how well you’re doing the others who enlisted when you did taunt you whenever they know they won’t be overheard. They’re always prepared with some jab at your size, appearance or demeanor. You’ve been called pretty boy, and princess more times than you can count. You still try to make friends like you always do. You smile and joke and are as nice as ever, but no one smiles back and after a while you stop trying.

You start to hear them talking to each other, whispering about how you’re surely being given special treatment because of who you are. Surely the label has pulled some strings. That must be the reason every officer thinks so highly of you. Even though you know it isn’t true it still upsets you. You resolve to be even better than you already are at every type of training they put you through. You’re always close to the first to finish and you’re always the last one standing when everyone else tires from all the work. Eventually they’ll notice the officers think highly of you because you’re good and not because you’re you.

Eternally positive, as always, you think that maybe, just maybe, despite it all, this won’t be so bad. Then they put the gun in your hands.

It doesn’t show, you don’t let it, but you’re absolutely terrified just to have that weapon in your hands let alone use it. This thing can hurt people. It can end someone’s life. They want to train you to use it to be able to do just that. Your throat closes up and your chest grows tight at just the thought, your hands shaking around the cold, heavy metal.

The first time they make you fire the gun at a practice target all you can see in your head is another person taking the bullet and your stomach starts to churn. By the time it’s your turn to shoot, your whole body feels weak but you fire the gun anyway. The recoil knocks your already shaky body to the ground and you can hear a few of the other soldiers laughing but you’re too busy trying not to throw up to care. Practice continues until you’ve shot the gun at least twenty times and you think you might faint, the bullet riddled targets blurring and swaying before your eyes. The officer in charge of your training notices and suggests you go to the medical building but you refuse.

You won’t be what they all say you are. You’ll be better in the morning.

But all that sleep you were getting at the start no longer comes because at night your head is so filled up with music that you can’t shut out. New melodies flow through your mind as you lay with your eyes shut in your bunk and your whole body itches to write them out. You wish you had your piano and notebook to take some of the music out of your head and put it down for others to hear but instead you can only lay there and imagine in vivid detail what it would sound like if you could. You try to ignore it but you can’t. It’s harder than you thought it would be to turn off everything that you are. They can take you away from the music but the music won’t ever leave you. It stays, trapped, waiting.

After a week of nights like that you’re still functioning just the same during the day but you’re nearing your limit. You’re used to running on a lack of sleep but it can only go so far.

You’re still one of the best in your unit in just about everything. You’ve even gotten a little better at holding and firing that gun without feeling bile rising in your throat. But the other soldiers still talk about you and you spend every free moment of the day alone with the music in your head, thinking of everything you left behind.

It only makes you feel worse to think about it. You miss singing, you miss music, you miss your large, extended family of bandmates constantly begging you for food. You miss your own bed and most of all you miss the one you shared it with.

So on Sunday, instead of eating lunch, you go to the hall lined with cubicles with phones and call Henry. He always listens when you’re upset and always knows how to make you feel better, even when you’re apart. He had even been able to make you feel more calm about this entire situation before you left. The last time you saw him he was putting on a brave smile and kissing you goodbye in the van, telling you he would come visit as often as he could and as soon as you had leave he’d take you to the zoo to see the giraffes.

You planned to tell him everything. About the music in your head, the way the others soldiers talk about you…that you hope he never has to hold a gun…but the second he answers the phone the only words you can say are ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’ over and over. It’s not that all the other things stopped mattering; it’s just that these things mattered so much more.

“I love you too, Ryeowook. I’m coming to see you soon. Just one more week.”

The words were meant to comfort you but that night the music in your head is accompanied by Henry’s voice and the emptiness in your chest keeps you awake more than the music did alone.

You’ve put a lot of effort into trying to ignore just how much you miss him, you were pretty sure it might kill you if you didn’t, but that all comes undone and your bed feels even more foreign and empty now than it did before. That night when you do eventually fall asleep you dream you’re home and in his arms and he’s whispering to you about everything and nothing at all. When you wake up and he’s not there, you feel for the first time like you might actually not be able to do this.

Day by day the ache in your chest gets worse and worse until it’s almost impossible to speak around it. It’s gotten harder to hide how you feel, harder to seem like you’re strong and perfectly fine. The other soldiers have started to notice and have stopped whispering about you. They still don’t talk to you, but at least they don’t tear you down to make themselves feel better anymore. You wonder why it took getting you this broken down for them to realize that you’re just like them, you’re just better at pretending.

You kick into auto pilot, the way you always do when you’re too tired and beaten on every level, going through the motions every day and laying awake, staring at the ceiling every night. By the time a week passes and it’s time for everyone to finally get to see their friends or family you feel like you’re just drifting.

The visitor’s center is crowded but Henry finds you, his face lighting up with a huge smile that makes your heart clench in your chest. Its strange how seeing him there only makes you miss him more. It takes everything you have to not run up, throw yourself into his arms and never let go. But you’re still well trained. You know there are too many people around and its more important here than it ever has been that you don’t reveal just what the two of you have. So instead you hug him just long enough to appear friendly and try to pretend that that’s enough, even when it makes the aching in your chest worse.

To everyone else, your highly-perfected mask that covers everything breaking inside of you is only starting to slip. To Henry it may as well have not been there at all. He knows you too well, you can’t hide it. He sees you immediately for just how broken you are. He leads you over to a vacant table and sits across from you, leaning in with concern in his eyes, his fingers just barely brushing yours on the table.

“Are you okay?”


“Ryeowook, you don’t have to lie to me. What’s wrong?”

But sitting across from him, being so close but not able to touch him, to kiss him, is what finally breaks you completely. The tears are already burning in your eyes as you excuse yourself and run to the nearest bathroom. The lump in your throat is so big its difficult to breathe and you stop in the middle of the bathroom, feeling your already fragile composure starting to crumble away.

The few people in the bathroom, soldiers you recognize from your unit, look at you with a combination of discomfort and concern before quickly hurrying out and leaving you there alone. You’re glad. You never used to care about who saw you cry but you don’t want them to. You don’t want them to know all those names they called you were spot on accurate.

The first few tears slip down your cheeks and you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous, even to yourself, standing there in your army uniform crying. Like some kid playing at being a soldier.

The door to the bathroom opens and you cover your face with your hands, hanging your head, even though you know that won’t really hide you. You can’t seem to bring your feet to move. Maybe whoever it is will leave like the others did. But familiar arms wrap around you and when you lift your head to protest because someone could see, Henry just kisses you, holding you closer. You still know someone could see but can no longer bring yourself to care, clinging to the front of Henry’s shirt and kissing back desperately. You don’t think you’ve ever needed anything in your entire life more than you need this right now and that aching in your chest lets up a bit.

You allow yourself a moment to bury your face against Henry’s neck, to feel his heart beating and smell his shampoo before you consider yourself already too lucky and move to pull away. His arms hold you in place and you start to squirm, stammering fears about getting caught until he presses another soft kiss to your lips to silence you.

“Two guys outside offered to watch the door. They’re telling everyone that someone is sick in here and sending them to the other bathroom further in. They said to tell you they were sorry.”

More tears flood your eyes and Henry wipes at the ones on your cheeks with his thumb, kissing your other cheek and your lips again.

“Ryeowook, tell me everything.”

And even though you’re already feeling much better, you lean into his protective hold and finally do. By the time you’ve told him about it all, even that terrible gun, you’re smiling because the whole time he’s held you close against him and won’t let go. You see yourself in the bathroom mirror again over his shoulder and this time you don’t see a kid playing soldier. You don’t really see a real soldier either, not yet, but you do see yourself and honestly, that’s all you ever want to see.


A.N.: I don't know why I thought of this...but I was laying in bed trying to sleep the other night and this entire story played itself out in my head and kept me awake. So here it is in all of its depressing glory.

Thinking about Ryeowook having to go to the army one day makes me want to curl up and cry until I just die.... ;_____;

Now its back to my massive, now 30k word, unfinished AU! It's creeeeping along.

Comments are love! <3

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zaboomafoo76 From: zaboomafoo76 Date: August 26th, 2011 01:24 am (UTC) (Link)

I loved this though, really I did ;A;
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 01:59 am (UTC) (Link)

I'm glad you loved it <3 Really really!!! <3 <3

ty for the comment bb <3
mochiikatt From: mochiikatt Date: August 26th, 2011 01:39 am (UTC) (Link)

Everyone's picking on poor bb...

Even though this is a fanfiction, I love how you manage to make this whole story seem so realistic like it can happen. How everyone sees Ryeowook as a pretty boy and a weak sauce and yet he toughs it out and works his hardest to do his best.

The last time you saw him he was putting on a brave smile and kissing you goodbye in the van, telling you he would come visit as often as he could and as soon as you had leave he’d take you to the zoo to see the giraffes.


“Two guys outside offered to watch the door. They’re telling everyone that someone is sick in here and sending them to the other bathroom further in. They said to tell you they were sorry.”

This part made me so happy and "awww" because it's so nice of them to do that :D

And now that i'm done reading it;; it makes me depressed because I'm starting to think about what would happen as one by one each member would eventually enlist. //dying.

This is irrelevant to the fic but since it's henwook I will say it anyways; today as i was going through the Henwook posts on your tumblr, my 5 year old cousin comes and asks if they were together and I said yeah and she just grinned all stupidly LOL

ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC) (Link)
I KNOOOOOW ;________; I can't bring myself to THINK about it usually and yet still I wrote this >_>

Yes....mean guys are mean... but they get better in the end bc they're not really bad people...just threatened by Wook's being good at stuff.

Awww thank you <3 That makes me really happy. I'm glad it seems realistic. I think these are problems he really might have... ugh, its going to be hard on him.

OF COURSE! Giraaffeeesss!!!! ^^ Every HenWook story has to have at least a LITTLE cute in it.

Seeeee~ They feel bad for being so mean to Wook and are nice guys. Nice army guys look out for other army guys *nods*

Yeah, I try not to think about them going to the army... esp Wookie. I don't even really care for the Ver. B concept bc all it does is depress me.... Wook looks sexy...but he doesn't look very 'army' so its okay. I won't even buy the poster tho. Its not that great and the concept just makes me ;____;

OMG YOUR 5 YEAR OLD COUSIN IS AMAZING I LOVE HER! Good job you, telling her they're together <3 A new generation of cute HenWook shippers, we must create it xD srsly tho I just giggled this giddy, gleeful giggle reading that <3
laeryn From: laeryn Date: August 26th, 2011 02:26 am (UTC) (Link)
This is quite gorgeous, to be honest. Really beautiful and bittersweet, and using the 2nd person for this story was brilliant.

ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 02:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm so happy you think that <3 And I'm SO glad you liked the 2nd person bc I spent so long going "oh god, oh god, oh god...should I rewrite this? is it weird this way?"

Thank you for reading and leaving such a lovely comment <3
aounabarasug_oi From: aounabarasug_oi Date: August 26th, 2011 02:34 am (UTC) (Link)
I got 3 sentences in and had to stop T__T gahhh idk why I'm like this...As if thinking about Heechul leaving soon wasn't bad enough, I agree with your comment of "Thinking about Ryeowook having to go to the army one day makes me want to curl up and cry until I just die.... ;_____;" My brain refuses to process that thought...
I swear, I WILL read this in the morning...when it's nice an sunny and I won't get all depressed by it XDD Then I will leave a proper comment on this......btw, this is CanadaOi from Tumblr if the "..."'s and XD's didn't make that obvious yet XD
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC) (Link)
awwwwwwww <3 yeah...I kind of rip your heart out with this all the way up until the very end.... so maybe waiting til its all sunny and nice out is better ^^

I seriously CANNOT think about him joining the army....and yet, for some reason, my damn brain came up with this >_>

and ohai its you!! :D lol you're like me. I also use a ton of ... and various ^^ xD :D <3's lol
aounabarasug_oi From: aounabarasug_oi Date: August 26th, 2011 08:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ahhh T_______T *tears* why is this so perfect T_______T I can totally see him freaking out about the gun like that...I feel like you just about predicted the future because all of this seems just like Ryeowook...While personally, I don't think he'd be one of the first ones finishing in most things, I can still believe that he'd be trying his absolute hardest in all of it and doing 1000x better than anyone expected him too...Especially because of all the training they do at SME...I love how at the end 2 of the soldiers apologize (though not directly) and Ryeowook finally gets to tell Henry everything...
I love the fic but omg I hate the reality of the thoughts behind it T__T
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aww thank youuuu! I LOVE YOU for being the only one to mention the gun part so far! That was one of the most important parts to me and no one has mentioned it yet until now <3 But really, I'm glad that you think its so realistic and fitting of what just might happen to him.

He might not finish first, but idk...he's probably faster and in better shape than your average random guy in Korea, maybe he would be one of the best. He def. would try harder than anyone else though. <3 Wookie <3 He always wants to do the best he can.

Yes, I just HAD to redeem some of those soldiers bc rly they can't all be bad people... And now he can go off and maybe make friends with them and life wont' be so miserable for him there.

Well I'm glad you love the story <3 Now we can just go back to not EVER thinking about Wook going to the army ever ever ever.

thanks for reading and commenting <3<3
dustyship From: dustyship Date: August 26th, 2011 02:42 am (UTC) (Link)
omg this is so depressing :((

just imagining wook going to the army already breaks my heart. poor baby, I'm afraid the treatment irl would be much worse. he might even be pushed around a lot.

i like how wook proved that he can go through training as good as most other guys...and that he tried not to let the taunting get to him.

but life in there must be so lonely/dull...and misses music (his life) and Henry. no wonder Wook was like a walking robot/zombie...all the important things/ppl in his life aren't with him. he NEEDS all those things ;____;

telling you he would come visit as often as he could and as soon as you had leave he’d take you to the zoo to see the giraffes.

awww! Henry bringing Wook to see giraffes is the cutest and most perfect date ever ^_________^♥

“Two guys outside offered to watch the door. They’re telling everyone that someone is sick in here and sending them to the other bathroom further in. They said to tell you they were sorry.”

i'm glad that some of the soldiers have realized how much damage they can cause Wook by treating him like this. they might not be abusing him physically, but words can hurt/damage ppl in more ways unimaginable.

By the time you’ve told him about it all, even that terrible gun, you’re smiling because the whole time he’s held you close against him and won’t let go.

awwww!! you go Henry! don't ever let go even if Wook insists on it! i love that he made sure Wook felt protected and safe and not alone anymore. of course Wook really wants Henry to hold him the entire time but was afraid of others seeing, and bc it's embarrassing too XD And Henry always knows Wook so well, that he needed him, and physically showed him he's THERE and around him always. <333

You don’t really see a real soldier either, not yet, but you do see yourself and honestly, that’s all you ever want to see.

Wook sees himself when he's feeling better/not so miserable. and also bc he sees Henry there with him, meaning he sees himself as always alongside Henry lol /cheesy XDD

aww I'm GLAD you kept this happier...I was worried you would make Wook commit suicide or something >___> Oh Wook, life without music and Henry...nothing is worse huh? :(

the second person POV was awkward at first, but eventually I got accustomed to it.

this made me tear up a little and I can't help but go ;~~~; whenever I think of Wook in a similar situation. but there's always Henry and music...so Wook would survive right?

I think the moral of the story is: to not keep everything bottled up bc it will kill you. depression and/or stress causes a lot of health issues. ANYWAY LOL I loved it! ♥
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 03:01 am (UTC) (Link)
I knoooow I know... depressing story that DEMANDED to be written.

I worry that he'd be physically pushed and hurt too... :( That makes me feel even more sad. I'm going to keep him locked in my room and cuddle him forever instead, they'll NEVER FIND HIM!

Wook would definitely be that way, he'd be strong and try to tough it out. And he probably actually WOULD be good at a lot of the physical endurance stuff. But yeah, he would be totally dead on his feet from just the fact taht they've taken away everything he IS. Music and performing, those things are his LIFE...it sucks that they have to take it away. And without his Henry and his friends things would just be awful...

YES! IKR! I might have to write this giraffe viewing date sometime. Because ajkfwoefjsdeskldk thecute *explodes*

Had to redeem those guys. Because some of them have to be good people. They would end up feeling bad. I imagine that after this he would end up becoming friends with them. Then he won't be so lonely and things will get better for him. See, SEE! I did drag it back up from the wallowing pit of depression it was :P

Henry is the bestest boyfriend ever! ^^ He's not going to let go of Ryeowook until he absolutely HAS to bc he knows Wookie needs him <3

xD I had the saammmmeee cheesy thought. I just didn't put it outright in the story~ HenWook <3

Nah, I never considered it being THAT depressing. This ENTIRE STORY seriously played out in my head when I couldn't sleep and I wrote it all down the next day. It might be the fastest I've ever written a full story out @_@ And right from the beginning I knew Henry would come make it all better <3

The 2nd person POV was also how it just happened in my head. I was thinking it up in 2nd person, heh. I'm glad it worked out.

Wook will survive for sure! He'll miss his music....and it'll be hard, but now after this he'll have friends and Henry will still come visit whenever they're allowed visitors.

Yes, good moral. Wook just needs to call Henry and talk to him all the time ^^

YAY! I'm glad you loved it! Even if it was a mad depressing topic <3 <3 <3

rudeminnesotan From: rudeminnesotan Date: August 26th, 2011 03:27 am (UTC) (Link)
d'aw BB. This was so cute... Interestingly written in 2nd person too. Henry's just such a good baby for Wookie and Wookie in the army ;o; is depressing too.
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 09:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! ^^ Yeah, that 2nd person thing was just how it started playing out in my head. I was literally word for word writing in my head to myself instead of sleeping and it was all in 2nd person @_@ Theres a first time for everything I guess! I think it turned out well.

Henry will always make sure Wookie is okay, even if they can't be together all the time <3

Wook in the army is the MOST depressing thing ;_____; THEY CAN'T TAKE MY BABY!!!! *clings*

ty for reading and commenting bb <3
rudeminnesotan From: rudeminnesotan Date: August 28th, 2011 03:28 am (UTC) (Link)
I know how that goes. That's how a ShiMin i have was like... except it only wrote half of the fic lol now i'm stuck with yet another unfinished fic... /sigh

I know he will. Henry's a good BB like that.

allethia From: allethia Date: August 26th, 2011 04:40 am (UTC) (Link)
uwaaah~ this is so sweet.. so full of emotion.. ;~;
the plot is very good ;A;
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks so much for reading and commenting ^^
glitterburn From: glitterburn Date: August 26th, 2011 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh this was so sad! So much emotion. I worry about Wookie's military service, too, though maybe they'll shunt him off to something 'safe' like the PR department.

I really liked the point you made about how the Army gives him a routine that he's never had before, and how he actually sleeps more than he ever did previously. I also like the way you show how he tries so hard to make friends but he's also forced to be an outsider, yet over time he becomes 'institutionalised' the way anyone becomes when they're in the military, and it's the music in his head that brings him back to himself and makes him reach out for Henry.

And I really liked protective!Henry. Oh so cute. Sad but sweet. Thank you :)
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 09:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wook in the army is just the saddest thing ever ;____; I really hope they do give him something less 'soldier-y' to do. He's too little and cute to carry a gun and be a soldier! ;__________;

I think its going to be an interesting change for all of them to have such a set schedule. I was saying just the other day to a friend that it'll probably be LESS work for them, being in the army, as opposed to what they do now. Poor baby would try so hard to make friends...it makes me sad to think that there are people who would ignore him. It makes me even more sad to think that he would eventually conform and become institutionalized like that :( Waaahhh he should be able to just be himself and do what he loves FOREVER!! I don't know how they expect people to just stop doing what they do and being who they are and go do this for 2 years....

Protective!Henry is the cutest <3 He'll always take care of his Wookie and make sure he's okay in the end.

Thank you for reading and leaving such a lovely comment! I'm really glad you liked the story ^^

PS: Icon twins!! :D
jhengchie From: jhengchie Date: August 26th, 2011 04:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
I knew this will happen eventually.. Ryeowook going to the army and i will be too damn depressed T_T

but thanks for writing this.. i do think Henry would visit Ryeowook and comfort him.. aww... Henwook.. my dear boys ..

I miss you both way too much..

thanks for the angst^^
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 26th, 2011 09:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
Its too sad for me to think about....idk how or why this story even popped into my head ;___;

Henry would definitely visit Wook whenever he is allowed to and make sure Wookie is okay. He'll take care of Wook no matter what, even if they can't be together all the time <3

Thank you for reading and commenting!
evilvalenstrife From: evilvalenstrife Date: August 27th, 2011 07:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Dammit... Stop making me cry... I need to watch some MLP to cheer myself up again...
Friendship is magic... Friendship is magic... Friendship... is... *bawls into her sofa cushion*

Nooooo! I'm glad that Henry was there to listen... Even when he does regretably go, he will have support waiting for him... That thought gives me comfort.

Thanks for making this hun... It's a tough subject and you nailed it!
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: August 28th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Ponies!!!!! I'm sorry I made you saaad! Hopefully the ponies have made you feel better <3

Yes, Henry will always listen and help and make sure Wook-baby is okay <3 Wook will have so many people there for him.....but I still worry ;____; Korean army, don't take my baby awaaaayy!

Thank you!! That makes me happy to hear ^^

Thanks so much for reading and for commenting <3
light_on_oceans From: light_on_oceans Date: September 4th, 2011 03:44 am (UTC) (Link)
I completely spazzed when I finally got the time to check your community again and realized you posted something! So sorry I didn't have time to read and comment on this earlier :(

So anyway, getting to the point:

Nooooooooooo my Ryeowookie......I wish you didn't ever have to go to the army! ;_; why must Korea do this to us D':
Henry was lovely, I loved how he could tell Wookie wasn't okay when no one else could ^^ he's so sweet~
Anyway I feel like this comment isn't doing any justice to how beautiful this story is, but I just want you to know that I love this story~ <3
ginger_star From: ginger_star Date: September 6th, 2011 06:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
:D hehee It makes me smile that you were so excited! I'm sorry I didn't REPLY to this faster!

I wish they didn't have to take him away to the army too ;_____; Lets go to Korea and kidnap him!
Henry could always tell when something is wrong with his Wookie <3 And he'll allllwayyys take care of him... oh HenWook <3 <3

Awww thank you so much! I'm glad you loved it, and thank you for calling it beautiful! Thank you for reading and commenting! <3
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