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"I'm stuttering every time that I'm catching your scent"

"give me just a little sign and I'll confess"

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CHAPTER 3: PHONE NUMBER
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IT WAS THE nineth grade and you woke up at five o'clock in morning to get ready for your practice. Neatly packing your homework and assignments into your backpack before filling up a bottle of water and walking back upstairs. You knocked on your brother's door, in case he was still asleep. Knowing him, he was dead asleep drooling on his pillow. Walking in, your eyes scan the room and spot your twin. Half of his body hanging off the bed as he drooled.

Standing above him for a few seconds, you unscrew your bottle and tilt it towards his face. Gwi-nam immediately shoots up and falls off the bed with a loud thump. He groans grabbing his head.

"Do you have to do that shit every morning, Y/N/N?" (nickname)

You smiling down at your brother, you nod.

"I'm off to practice, don't forget to lock the door. Bye!" You say as you walk down the stairs and out the house to practice. You had a match later in the day and wanted to get in a quick session to make sure you had everything down.

Arriving at school, you greet the guards who nod back at you with a smile. Whistling to yourself as you enter the school building, going up your class. Knocking before you entered each room, you take out the necessary assignments and place them on the desk with a note. Walking out, you jog over to the gymnasium as a quick warm-up for your limbs. Your instructor greets you with a smile as you reappear in your black dobok (uniform).

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time skip because I can

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