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walking through campus with the sun beating down on her at god knows what time was nowhere near part of the ideal morning miyeon often wished she woke up to. neither was the dull pounding in her head that seemed to heighten with each step she took, or the stiffness in the rest of her body that she had no appropriate explanation for considering what she'd been up to the night before.

a soft grumble escaped her lips at the sound of her phone ringing. she quickly fished it out of her pocket, sighing at the caller id.

"hello?"

"oh, you're already up, unnie?" came vera's voice that sounded way too energetic for 8 in the morning. "hah! ryujin's gonna get a kick out of this one."

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" miyeon bit back as she took a seat on a bench nearby.

"well, you're usually never up at this time and jinnie has class right now so she couldn't call you. she told me to make sure to wake you up so you actually eat before your class," vera explained before cooing, "isn't my jinnie so sweet?"

"she's more like a nagging mother more than anything." miyeon rolled her eyes, though vera's words brightened her mood a little. it always was heartwarming to know that her friends cared about her so much. of course, she'd rather be caught dead than say that out loud. "plus, my class doesn't start for another hour and a half. you called way too early."

"oh, is that so? my bad!" vera giggled, not sounding apologetic at all. "what are you doing up then?"

miyeon paused, a grimace finding its way onto her face as vague memories of her late night endeavors flashed through her mind, as well as the nameless male whose arms she'd woken up to wrapped tightly around her naked torso.

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