Yeonjunnie?

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The dude called Yeonjun comes over. He's handsome too. Hair that sticks out, the strands are dripping with water. A clear umbrella is in his hand. He kneels down next to me and pushes my sweaty hair away from my face. Cleaning my rose coloured glasses before smiling at me.

My brother has come to save me.

"Sorry, for what my sister did to you. I think she's just in shock from that head injury." Yeonjun says seriously.

"I'm sure, she didn't mean to push you when you kissed her. God, she has a crush on you." Yeonjun smirks, standing fluidly from his asian squat and pulls my hand.

"You look possessed Sis." Yeonjun whispers rubbing my face with a wet tissue. Suddenly, I start crying.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that..." Yeonjun says, "I'm sure you've had a big night, can we go home?"

"These nightmares, they hurt my head Yeonjunnie, they hurt." I murmur.

"I know, I know. Come on." Yeonjun persists

"Bye Hyuka!" Yeonjun yells.

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