★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry 96. Socks It was Christmas time. Which meant that the tie-dye boy’s grandma either knitted him socks or bought a themed pair. Jun had run out of clean socks and these were the only pair left for him to wear. Every time he moved, the socks would light up. For the worst part, Jun was currently in class and he couldn’t stop shaking his leg.
A bad habit. “Mr. Kim, will you please quit lighting up your very bright socks?” his divination professor asked.
All eyes darted to him and Jun turned red. He’d have to owl his grandma about this situation.
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