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once taehyung had pulled up into his driveway, head pounding at eight pm, he yearned for sleep.
although he was determined to call hoseok. taehyung went up to his door and unlocked it, phone in hand as he'd slipped his hoodie from his shoulders.
when he was situated inside he locked his door back and sat on his couch with an anxious expression. going into his contacts he located hoseok's number and called him, fighting the urge to bite his nails.
I'm almost an instant, the phone was answered; and to no surprise from the outcome, taehyung was confused immensely.
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