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Send me 🤶 to find out one person my muse wants to spend Christmas with, and why.
Hojun adores his mother more than anyone in the world. She was there when he was expelled, when he was bruised, when he cried. Through everything, the only constant in his life was his mom. She loved him. He gave her little reason to, but she did. Which was probably why it hurt so much that he couldn’t afford to go back home for the holidays. Not financially, not with how much dance practice he needed if he ever wanted to debut, and certainly not when half the trained monkeys were vying for a spot that was rightfully his. He still wanted to be with her though. Sending a present in the mail is not the same. He wishes he could hug her and watch the lights twinkling on the tree.
