NAEUN WAKES UP by her alarm today. It's an obnoxious tune that Naeun doesn't remember setting, but at least it's effective.
The clock reads 7:55 am, February 3rd, 2019. Naeun has approximately two hours before she meets up with Hanbin. On her phone is a new sticky note (Where on Earth are these coming from?) with the words Good luck :) scrawn in neat writing.
Naeun reads it, groans, and heads into her kitchen to start the coffee machine. As the sound of churning fills the silence, Naeun waits patiently and leans on the counter, scrolling through her phone.
Funnily enough, her phone is also set four years in the past. The last photo in her album is a photo she had snuck of Hanbin when the sunset was a particularly pretty shade of pink and orange that day. He had been rearranging the flower vase on one of the tables outside the cafe and his back was facing the camera, but Naeun was satisfied enough to keep the photo.
Her text messages and contacts are still stuck in their 2019 condition and Naeun smiles at how Hanbin is still Bitchless Hanbin ♡.
She's brought back to the coffee machine when the churning comes to a finish.
An hour and a half of fussing around with her outfit later, Naeun stands outside the cafe with a basket in one hand and so much anticipation in the other that she doesn't know what to do with it. Frankly, she's worried. She doesn't want history to repeat itself and is relying on the extra fifteen minutes she spends going over a pre-planned script to let things happen smoothly.
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TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, Sung Hanbin ✓
FanfictionIn twenty-four hours, he will not love you anymore. SUNG HANBIN / © i2vins, 2023. COMPLETED