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“What are you looking at?” Beomgyu grumbles, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve got enough shit to deal with already, I don’t need you getting in the way.”

He flicks open a pocket knife and toys with it, wincing when it breaks skin. “Are you just going to stand there like an idiot?” He says rudely. As he turns, you notice the faint scars on his wrists.