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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝘾 𝙍 𝙔 𝘽 𝘼 𝘽 𝙔
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! chapter seventeen ─── ʚĭɞ
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Yeori convinced herself not to think about it.
Because there was nothing to think about. Seojun had given her a ride from the hospital back to her house, teasing her as he used to over the roar of his bike, speeding up just so that she would squeeze and shout for him to slow down. It was like old times, like the anger she felt to Suho's dad, and she supposed that's why he did it. Neither of them wanted to remember that innate, indescribable pain that came from seeing him, that reminder of Seyeon and the horrific treatment he went through, that horrific treatment that pushed him... pushed him to that.
And so, she supposed he wouldn't think of it either, so she didn't.
She did think of the anger, as she fell asleep, her nose cold from the drive. But when she fell asleep and woke up still upset, Yeori decided that she couldn't handle the day upset and forced herself to think of absolutely anything else, anything to take her mind off of it.
