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after that certain night, irang couldn't sleep. laying down in her bed, the clock now struck at 4:56 am. her eyes were hurting from all the tears she wasted, and she felt numb.
sunghoon is leaving, and she's not going to be able to tell her feelings to him— but wait, maybe... she still can.
"fuck it." rising up from her bed, she ran to her closet and prepared to go out, and once she was indeed out.
she ran and ran as fast as she can, going down to the familiar pavements, car rarely passing by with their blinding lights. the moon was still there, but so is the sun. it was neither dark, nor bright.
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her heart was beating loudly, but not just because of how fast she was running, she was nervous— it was nerve-wracking, really. much when she doesn't even know where she's getting this big courage to meet sunghoon again after months of not talking.
a part of her is doubting that 14 years of friendship would make it less awkward for the both of them, but a part of her also thinks that she'll just make it worse for them.
she was being impulsive, yes. but for whatever reason it is, being impulsive does not technically mean that something bad will result from it... right?
now in front of a white house decorated with a matte gray touch, she saw sunghoon from the distance, loading their family car with luggage and other stuff irang is yet to know.
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"sunghoon!" she called for her name, disrupting the peaceful ambiance set by the cold and melancholic dusk. and alas, the latter turned around, only to see the girl who was barely breathing normally.
"sunghoon... i got a secret to tell.." irang pants and struggles to talk in between her hasty breaths.
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"Ihlaikehyouh."
sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows, confused. his bulk arms were holding a small box, which looked heavier for its size. "...what?"
"ishaidihlaakyouh!"
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sunghoon, disappointed, sighed heavily and put down the small box he was currently holding. "irang... if you want to say something, just say it."
"i'm going to get scolded if i stall these stuff over here." he said, pertaining to the furniture wrapped in bubble wrap, idling right beside him on the soiled ground.
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"you..."
irang gulped, and took all of her energy to finally say what she always wanted to say.
"you freaking idiot,"
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"i freaking love you hoon!"
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