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Hana arrived at the Bighit building with a little too much confidence. This wasn't her first visit, but still, there was no propriety in the way she flounced wordlessly through the lobby and let herself up to Mimie's studio. Moments of crisis, such as these, were the moments Mimie was grateful to have someone as eccentric as Hana in her life. She gave no shits about how other people viewed her. Her vision was focused only on achieving her goal. Even if Namjoon had appeared on bended knee, asking her to marry him, she still would have been solely concentrated on getting to Mimie, at that moment.
Hana threw her arms around Mimie the second she set eyes on her and that was all it took for Mimie to start crying. She'd been holding the tears back for hours as she diligently packed up her studio. The door had been locked after Jungkook left so no one could bother her, and that had helped keep her emotions in check, but Hana was here now.
Not knowing how to console her friend from such a situation, Hana kept quiet. Wordlessly gathering the box and bag that didn't fit on the canvas rack with everything else. The studio, which had been the epitome of Mimie's person, looked so empty and bare without anything left in it. She nearly pulled the door closed behind her, instinctively, but she stopped herself at the last moment. There was no need anymore. There was nothing hidden inside anymore.
Joon drifted through Mimie's mind as she followed Hana to the lift, pushing the rack down the hallway. Part of her believed he should have been there. This was a big moment in their friendship and he was in the dance studio. But she wasn't going to hold it against him. He'd asked her to wait to leave until after dinner so he could drive her, but she didn't feel like hanging around. Not when she felt so unwanted there. It was strange how a place that once felt like a second home so quickly became like a prison.
Bestie🐨: You left?
Bestie🐨: Are you at your house?
Bestie🐨: Are you ok?
The texts from Namjoon arrived almost 6 pm on the dot. They must have finished rehearsal early.
MooMoo💜: I'm fine, dw. I'm at Hana's
She replied, but she knew he was going to text back so she silenced her phone and threw it into her pocket so she wouldn't feel it. It wasn't like she was angry at Joon, but being around any of them today would be too much. They were just going to remind her of everything that's going to change between them. Sejin had been right. She'd gotten too attached and now she had to live her own life.
"Put this on," Mimie turned her head towards Hana, only to be met with fabric to the face.
"What is it?" she questioned rhetorically. Once it was in her hands she immediately recognised it as Hana's free drinks top. As in, the top she used to wear during her college years when she couldn't afford to pay for her own alcohol. Mimie had always argued against it, but Hana made the point that she didn't even ask for the drinks, the men bought them of their own free will.
