˚₊‧☆54. weight of tomorrow☆ ‧₊˚

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wooyoung sat in the living room, his eyes locked on the television screen, though his thoughts were a million miles away

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wooyoung sat in the living room, his eyes locked on the television screen, though his thoughts were a million miles away.

the early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. dust particles floated lazily in the sunlight, and the muted colours of the drama playing on tv seemed almost washed out, blending into the stillness of the morning. it was one of those mornings where reality felt just a little out of sync, the world outside moving at a different pace than his restless thoughts.

he had been up for a while, his mind restless after the news that had changed everything. it still felt unreal, like a dream he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to wake up from. starfall entertainment had chosen him; his career was finally taking off again.

as he stared blankly at the tv, the scenes played out without making any impact, his mind too clouded with thoughts of the future and the inevitable goodbyes. he was lost in a maze of emotions, unsure whether to feel elated or melancholic.

just as his thoughts began to spiral deeper, the front door burst open with a loud bang, jolting him from his reverie.

his heart skipped a beat, and he turned around, expecting to see hana there. instead, he saw yeonjin standing in the doorway, holding a large cardboard box in her arms.

her vibrant pink-black hair was slightly tousled, indicating her eagerness to get inside, and her expression was a blend of excitement and determination that caught him off guard.

"wooyoung!" she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the quiet like a ray of sunlight. "you're awake!"

wooyoung blinked, still processing her sudden entrance. "yeonjin? what are you—"

"the winter festival!" she interrupted, her grin widening as she strode into the room, setting the box down with a thud that echoed through the silence.

"it's next month," she announced, her excitement almost palpable, "and i'm helping with the decorating."

wooyoung watched as she knelt beside the box, the lid already half-off, revealing a chaotic assortment of blue-toned decorations that glimmered in the morning light. with a sigh, he slid off the sofa, joining her on the carpeted floor.

he reached into the box, pulling out a length of sparkling garland, its icy hue catching the light. "i thought the high schoolers and college students organised it?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

yeonjin scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a dramatic flair. "wooyoung, i'm yeonjin," she said, pointing to herself with a touch of narcissism. "no one does it like me when it comes to setting up festivals. my vision is unmatched."

"i won't argue with that," wooyoung responded, recalling the way yeonjin had decorated her home and music shop. every corner of her space was a reflection of her unique personality—vibrant, eclectic, and full of life.

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