It was around 7pm when the girls had finished their lecture and ate finish dinner. The hallways of their dorms were quiet, everyone either outside to eat or just simply enjoying the comforts of their own room.
"I'm exhausted, that lecture was so boring," Jiyun commented, yawning in the process. "Nothing can stop me from just laying in bed and watching dramas right now."
"I feel you," Haerin drawled, the same exhaustion reflected in her eyes. The three dragged their feets back into their dorms, shutting the door after saying a chorus of 'goodnights' to each other.
Jiyun plopped down on her bed after showering, immediately wrapping herself under the inviting warmth of her blanket inside the air-conditioned room. She was just staring up at the ceiling, doing nothing but laying there and allowing the mix of coolness and heat engulf her.
There was a small vibration beside her, disrupting her peace. She sat up, glancing at the phone that laid on the bedside table, its screen lighting up with a notification.
"Oh I forgot about that," she mumbled to herself, stretching her hand out and grabbing the device that now had her full interest.
nct_dream has posted on their story.
Her lips flattened into a thin line as she clicked on it, leading her to the application. What shocked her though was the fact that the instagram account she was in wasn't her own. Instead, when she went to her profile she was shocked to find herself logged into Mark's account.
Her eyes widened as she kept refreshing the page to make sure it wasn't just a glitch. "What the hell.." She muttered in disbelief. Notifications flooded her phone from people liking his posts, and as each one popped up, the more Jiyun blinked in shock — at the fact that she was actually inside his account, an idol, a celebrity's account.
Instead of dwelling on it further, Jiyun exited the app, deciding to read through her old text messages for fun. The very first message at the top showed her most recent message, one that came from a contact that she couldn't decipher who it was from.
My hottie 🥵🥶
Assuming that it was probably her old friend or something, she didn't really expect much. She did feel suprised though when the chat was full of unread voicemails, the most recent one being just yesterday.
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