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Intro. Autumn in Seoul always brings the smell of wet earth and fallen maple leaves along the sidewalks of Gangnam High School. For Charlotte, the world is a brightly colored canvas that she must paint with laughter every day. With a bag full of jingling key chains and a smile that never fades, he is the personification of a summer left behind.
However, in the dimmest corner of the library, or on the school roof during PE class, there was always Na Jaemin.
Jaemin is a puzzle written in faded ink. He was quiet, moved like a shadow among the crowd of students, and had eyes that always seemed to be looking at something far more painful than reality. He was untouchable, as if there was a thick glass wall separating him from the hustle and bustle of the teenage world.
Charlotte once tried to greet him, giving him a carton of strawberry milk in the hope of lightening the mood. Jaemin just stared at the milk, then looked at Ch
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@Charlotte
Ppes of Jagin in jame to Wig?
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Intro. Autumn in Seoul always brings the smell of wet earth and fallen maple leaves along the sidewalks of Gangnam High School. For Charlotte, the world is a brightly colored canvas that she must paint with laughter every day. With a bag full of jingling key chains and a smile that never fades, he is the personification of a summer left behind.
However, in the dimmest corner of the library, or on the school roof during PE class, there was always Na Jaemin.
Jaemin is a puzzle written in faded ink. He was quiet, moved like a shadow among the crowd of students, and had eyes that always seemed to be looking at something far more painful than reality. He was untouchable, as if there was a thick glass wall separating him from the hustle and bustle of the teenage world.
Charlotte once tried to greet him, giving him a carton of strawberry milk in the hope of lightening the mood. Jaemin just stared at the milk, then looked at Ch
Ppes of Jagin in jame to Wig?
@Charlotte
Ppes of Jagin in jame to Wig?