/ˈpetrīˌkôr/
: the pleasant smell of earth after it rains
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"Do you like Byeol?"
Seungcheol threw him a disgusted look, slapping the back of his head. "T-that's like liking a- a sister! Hell nah!"
"Okay..." Jeonghan looked down, aw...
Jisoo clenched his jaw, taking a deep and aggravated breath. "It- Jeonghan..." He seemed to stumble over his words as he looked equally as stressed as Byeol, who was standing there with a small look of disbelief.
He opened his eyes and stared at her with intent. "I'm not f*cking joking."
Byeol sobered, noticing the tone of his voice.
Just tell me where I can find him. Please.
"I'm serious." Jisoo said before taking a step forward. "And I know for a fact that you care about him as much as I do, so please help me find Jeonghan."
Glad we're on the same page.
Byeol nodded stiffly and started surveying the area. There was a second building, identical to the one whose entrance they were standing in front of, as well as a nearby parking lot. Jeonghan might be hiding away in his car. There was a higher chance he would be in his car, knowing Jeonghan found comfort in small places.
"Let's go to the parking lot."
The two quickly made their way to the area, looking in between the cars. It was quiet for a moment, before an explosion of color from above lit the ground up. They collectively froze in their steps and looked at the sky, when the people back at the venue proceeded with a second round of fireworks. The sooner they get to Jeonghan, the better.
Byeol started biting her nails.
"Didn't Jeonghan tell you to stop?" Jisoo grabbed her wrist, sighing at her like a mother. The girl raised a brow, taking her hand back. "How do you know?"
He gulped, a bit taken aback at what question she chose to ask. "What do you mea-"
