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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝘾 𝙍 𝙔 𝘽 𝘼 𝘽 𝙔
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! chapter twenty four ─── ʚĭɞ
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She had been leant against the seat of Han Seojun's motorcycle, taking in the fresh air, observing the passing people in front of the karaoke house for no longer than five minutes before he came out.
"What are you doing, Kwon Yeori?" He asked, as he took the last few of the red steps down onto the street today. Somehow, even after all this time, it still surprised her that he was able to recognise her so easily, even though she was in her school uniform and had her back to him.
She looked to him, as he made his way to stand beside her, and she tilted her head. "I heard you singing." Yeori replied, the only explanation she could give to him.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head. "And that means you stalk me now?" Seojun was joking, quite obviously, but still, her face settled in a frown. Instinctively, he reached out to press out the wrinkles in her forehead. "If the wind changes, you'll stay like that." He warned.
