you wake up to pitch black outside your window. your throat is dry so you walk down stairs sleepily to get a cup of water. limping down the stairs you hear something from the living room (y'all i'm so sorry). you couldn't really give a shit but you had to walk through the room to get to the kitchen. you look around the corner to see a silhouette of a man in the corner.
"i cant deal with this fuckery tonight." you say, turning back around quicker then you can say hell no.
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the next day you're making pancakes (aka burning pancakes) in your smoke filled kitchen when your lovely squirrel friend comes scampering into sight.
"what do you want," you say not looking away from the pan.'
"thats no way to greet a guest," the small squirrel says in a husky voice.
you drop your croissants. and your pancakes. and everything else in your kitchen. you also screamed very loudly.
"WHAT THE F*CK?"
the squirrel ran away. you screamed some more.
picking up the phone you frantically text your best friend, f/n.
GET UOUR ASS OVER HERe
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because i found a squirrel and it talks
on my way
(a/n this chapter was really short and sorta a filler chapter so jdjsidksk sorry)
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squirrel // han jisung
Randomi literally do not know what the f*ck this is but bare with me it's about to get messed up
