saturday may nineteenth
3:56 ampark ji min: you sleepy yet?
yeong ja: why are you texting me if you're literally lying right next to me?
park ji min: i like the silence.
yeong ja: very understandable, it's really calming. don't wanna ruin that
park ji min: but your voice is nice. it's smooth and your words flow in perfect rhythm.
yeong ja: i have a question, sunbae.
park ji min: ask away, and call me ji min-ah.
yeong ja: how come you're always up at 3:56?
park ji min: i know it might seem like i'm perfect-- yes, i've heard what the girls in our classes say-- but i have my own troubles, just like you.
yeong ja: tell me about them. it always feels better to talk, and i'm willing to stay up as long as it takes to hear them and let you vent. i want to help you the same way you helped me.
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3:56 [p.j.m.]
Fanfictionin which seo yeong ja receives uplifting texts from an unknown number at exactly 3:56 every morning