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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙀 𝙈 𝙀 𝘿 𝙔
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! chapter nine ─── ʚĭɞ
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When Seojun woke up the next morning, the apartment was full of life and he seemed to be the very last person to wake up. His face pressed into the pillow was what he was greeted with, eyes flickering open and landing on the railing that seperated the two floors.
The duvets were twisted around his legs, and although they were the summer version and so less thicker (Miyeon hadn't been able to change them, or even needed to, really), they had clearly done their job well; Seojun had managed to kick them off of himself and they now were tangled around his ankles and calfs.
It took him a moment to extract himself, material catching against material and pushing himself up into a sitting position. The alarm clock on the other side of the bed indicated it to be so much later than the usual time he woke up, and twenty four hours previous he was being told that he and his group of friends' debuts were looming.
