NAEUN IS NOT a morning person. She has always been the type to pull all-nighters and go on late-night convenience store trips instead of sleeping with a curfew and waking up at the crack of dawn to start a carefully planned-out morning routine.
But it's 5 a.m. and Naeun has no idea what she's doing sitting in front of her bathroom vanity with every beauty product she owns sprawled out in front of her.
She had taken the new sticky note on her phone and pasted it back on the mirror to look at every five minutes or so.
Make a damn move already. I'm nearly running out of sticky notes and I want to save the trees.
Naeun had grumbled, "Funny," and between choosing to rip the note in half (So much for saving the trees) and going to the bathroom to clean up, she went for the latter, much to the relief of her guardian angel.
And that's how she finds herself in this position. At five in the fucking morning.
Make a move.
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TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, Sung Hanbin ✓
FanfictionIn twenty-four hours, he will not love you anymore. SUNG HANBIN / © i2vins, 2023. COMPLETED