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They'd arrived at Mochi's, a very cute-sy restaurant which made Eunbi stand out in contrast, with her dark eyebags and zombie-like demeanor. The constant anxiety she had been in for the past days plus the sleep she had been avoiding was starting to catch up to her. Not being able to keep up with Taehyung and SooYoung's lively conversation she felt her body go numb, drifting off to sleep, her head feeling too heavy for her neck.

"You good?" SooYoung asked as she noticed her friend struggle to keep her eyes open. She just blankly stared at her with her mouth agape. "Go to sleep sweetie, it's fine." She patted Eunbi's head as she pushed her plate aside and rested her head on her arms, almost immediately shutting down.

"So, Kim Taehyung, born 1995... what's your major?" SooYoung asked. Tae took a sip from his lemonade before answering, "Oh... uhm, I don't have one." He resumed drinking. "So you just hang around campus?" she asked, taking Eunbi's plate. Tae nodded. "Creep."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Eunbi started drooling, a small saliva string forming between her and Taehyung's elbow. He grimaced at the view. His nose slightly crunching up. "Uhm... I do study art and stuff but not here, like... not oficially." He said before he took another sip of his drink that was now lukewarm from neglect.

Taehyung would argue that drinks at a room temperature are much better since their flavor truly shines only when there's not a barrier between the drink and his mouth, besides a straw of course. But he refrained from saying such thoughts out loud knowing he would be brutally judged by whomever was listening.

"Why? Are you poor?" She said with straight face, Tae cracked a lopsided smile, not being sure if the girl in front of him was being serious. There was a long pause before he actually realized she was being serious.
"Ha, no. I'm already an artist, I don't need to study something I've already mastered." He said placing his hand on his chest, proudly boasting about himself. SooYoung tsked and rolled her as saying 'yeah right'. "No, I'm serious, my pieces sell for a lot of money."

"Once I got a fruit roll up from a lady a the park who said she liked my drawing of a flower." Eunbi said with her face still pressed against the table. SooYoung immediately put her hand on her friend's face, gently of course, covering her eyes. "Don't speak nonesense and sleep." Eunbi was still tired, you could hear it from her voice and sense it about a mile away just from the energy coming off of her.

"I was asleep for a bit but my back hurts." She said with teary eyes and pouting, sitting up straight in an attempt to soothe her back pain. Almost like a toddler when they're denied nap time. 
Crying because you're tired sucks ass, that's like the fourth worst reason on why someone would cry.

#1 ???
#2 Heartbreak
#3 Mourning
#4 Exhaustion
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"If you can make many masterpieces, why can't you just let her have this one? Like a little, 'hey you're pretty, here have a painting' you know?" SooYoung asked again, Eunbi turned to look at her. "Aww, you think I'm pretty?" she said placing her hand on top of hers. "Yes mamas." she replied, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows in a playful manner. Taehyung thought the face she made was amusing so he unconciously made it as well.

They both turned to look at him after their little moment and his face went stone cold again.

"Because someone commisioned that textile, and that someone was Mr. Kim. He's a friend." He said noting how Eunbi's face dropped again. She rolled her hands into fists and tensed her whole body before a short but loud "AH!" escaped her mouth. Relaxing her body before she dropped her head with a loud thud at the table.

"It's fine, I'll just explain the situation to him, I'm sure he'll understand that it was all a misunderstanding." He said placing his hand on Eunbi's head as an attempt to comfort her. "You're going to tell him a girl you've never seen before suddenly got her hands on your work, switching it with her's with no actual, logical explanation behind it?" her voice muffled by her squished cheek against the furniture.