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"𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗' 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗."

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"For the last time, I'm not going."

Chan slumped onto Byeol's tidy bed, eliciting an annoyed hiss from the latter. She prodded him in the ribs. "You whiny ass- get off my bed!"

"Only if you agree to going to Mingyu's party with me. I don't have anyone to go with..." He said, his voice muffled by the midnight gray comforter. His body remained glued to the soft surface, sinking into the mattress. Byeol pinched the bridge of her nose, closing the lamp on her study desk, where she had previously been watching on her laptop. She turned that off too, then went to hit him with a rather large throw pillow, but stopped moving when she heard soft snores.

"Are you f*cking sleeping?!"

No response. Byeol defeatedly tossed the pillow back into its proper place. "Is Seungcheol not going with you?"

Chan lazily rolled, laying on his back. The bed was further messed up from the movement, but Byeol was mentally too tired to reprimand him. He rubbed his eyes from his minute-nap, groaning as he glanced at the digital clock that read '7:52 PM'. "He backed out."

Byeol frowned. "Why?" She made her way to her closet, picking out party-appropriate clothes to wear, which was barely any. Her movements were made as discreet as possible, not wanting to excite Chan as she was finally agreeing to going to Mingyu's birthday with him. "I dunno, bruh. Anyways, we gotta be there before 8:30 pm."

"We? Who said I was going?" Byeol raised an eyebrow, closing her drawer with her foot. Chan sat up, eyeing the clothes in her hands. "You're preparing, aren't you?"

Byeol didn't respond anymore, removing her glasses and placing them beside her lamp. She plugged in her phone so that it would have enough battery later in the party. Chan stood up and made his way to the door, grabbing his phone from where he placed it on Byeol's vanity. "I'll get ready, now."

"Hm."

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