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we then moved to berlin with appa and his family when i was thirteen. he was korean and german, a mix of people just like me. he had to be more korean than the koreans, and more german than the germans or else he wouldn't fit in. he knew my struggle.

as a preteen, i wasn't accepted there either--not fucking german enough. 

and when i graduated high school, i returned to the one place where at least one person accepted me. one person loved me.

korea. with taehyung.

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im actually really enjoying writing this story, despite the fact that its depressing as hell.

thank you all loads for reading,voting, commenting, and all the good stuff.

have a wonderful weekend!

-clary xx