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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝘾 𝙍 𝙔 𝘽 𝘼 𝘽 𝙔
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! chapter four ─── ʚĭɞ
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Yeori hesitated, just for a moment. She didn't know whether or not it was the greatest idea really; she hadn't seen Seojun since the proclamation of their break up, and the first time just had to be after she got him out of trouble.
If she knew what was best for her, she would ignore the Han boy at all costs and avoid his gaze and words as she slipped away into the night with his stupid motorcycle helmet and gloves. He would deserve it if she stole it and never saw it again. It would be a much better idea just to disappear with them and leave.
But alas, there was no opening for her to get out, and instead her feet dragged against the stairs and she forced herself down, the thin rope of the cosmetic store bag rubbing against her wrist as her hands clutched the helmet.
She let out a sigh as she came to a stop in front of him, watching as he pushed his hands into his pockets, looking down at her. "Why do you always get into trouble?" She asked. It was almost rhetoric - over the course of their relationship Yeori had questioned it many times, and never got a straight answer.
