chapter seven.
i think i'm losing you,
but i will never regret choosing you
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after a quick practice session, the band decided to call it a day as they were feeling fatigued. particularly jungmo, he seemed to be distracted and his focus wavered a lot during the practice. no matter how hard he tries, he can't keep up with the others and keep missing the beat.
that kind of jungmo is foreign to them. it is therefore odd to watch him waver at practice, looking like he was stressed out by his unknown-to-them problems. they are not sure how to react. he apologized in advance despite no one was really blaming him for that. they concluded maybe he was just feeling drowsy and tired.
minkyu was about to go home but then he saw the door creak open slowly, before he could reach for the door handle. minkyu took a step back, and he got twinkles in his eyes when he found out who was behind the door.
"minkyu, are you going home?"
seol appeared. she is pretty sure he is about to go home because her eyes noticed the backpack minkyu's carrying, like he is ready to go home.
it has been two weeks since the last time she went there, also the same goes for the band as well because they were having a break due to the mid-terms.
the past two weeks has been very hectic and exhausting for the high school students. they were piled up with their mid-terms, definitely stressed out by the test materials they've been given by the teachers who refuse to give them only the test content outline.
they will never understand why do the teachers do that, when it will be more effective to study a few notes instead of memorizing a whole ass fat books, that will be forgotten as soon as they finished those tests.
on top of that, seol was being regretful at the last minute because she reviewed all of those miscellaneous papers only the day before the tests. maybe if she had studied from days before she would have saved some sleep.
she should've listened to her friends and mostly jungmo (he nags like a mom, she could swear), instead of procrastinating, lurking on her phone and laptop back and forth.
their texts went pretty much like this.
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jungmo
| study now and stop pulling those all nighters istg
| i don't have a new black suit.
seol
YOU LITERALLY HAVE 9 BLACK SUITS |
AND what's with black suit? |
jungmo
| for your funeral bitch, i don't want you to die on me.
| i can't attend your funeral without a new black suit.
seol
BITCH SHU T U P |
[about two minutes later, she came to a realization and double texted him again. for the record she isn't afraid to double text. she could send 14 messages and feel no shame whatsoever, and jungmo being the victim.]
seol
wait why do you have to wear a new black | suit to my funeral?
i guess i'm that special to you |
yea just admit it you dumbass |
you can't live without me |
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seol was still determined to carry on regardless.
