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Tazannah wakes up on a grey couch and, bleary-eyed, faces her unfamiliar surrounding.
she's confused. where am I? whyam I here? these are some of the questions she immediately thinks of and she's worried for herself and her collection of stuffed animals laying at home- free for her younger sister to vandalise.
it's not until she meets the face of the boy at the beach. his roguish, boyish charm he holds distracts her for a moment until she snaps out of it. "um .. hi, what am I doing here?"
the boy himself spins around. "oh, hey. you fell asleep at the beach so I brought you to my apartment to sleep. I hope you don't mind, it was quite late."
Tazannah can feel her cheeks heat up and she's embarrassed. "oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't disturb you. thank you for your graciousness, though."
he laughs-call me Hangyul. and no need to worry, it wasn't any hassle.
"well, Hangyul, I have to go. thanks so much-" he stops Tazannah from her farewell with a tap on her shoulder and offers to make her breakfast before she leaves.
Tazannah is hesitant. she still has to get home; her mother might be worried sick. she then declines with a polite shake of the head.
Hangyul tries his best not to let his disappointment show. "at least let me bring you back to the beach, then."
