𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯

[❁] twenty-eight

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mingidreams this is gonna be LITTT 🔥🔥

leaderkimjoong I can already see myself babysitting for the rest of the night
   | themanagerjjin please enjoy yourself for once, that's my job today

atinybitoflove why do I have a bad feeling about this... 😳

sweetyeosang let's get the party started 🎉

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San was comfortably settled in his bed. An oversized blanket hugged his body tightly keeping him and his plushies warm and cosy while the melodic ticking of the clock on his bedside table quietly accompanied his slow breathing, his thoughts having long travelled to an unknown, blissful dreamland. The sharp features of his face had softened and all built up tension of his busy day had disappeared. His chest was slowly rising and falling, caught in a peaceful rhythm of his dreams.

That was until somewhere, not too far away, someone made a spontaneous and maybe a slightly rash decision. Not five seconds later San's phone started to ring, crudely disrupting the blonde boy's sweet dreams.

With a loud groan he tried to rid himself from his sleepy disorientation. After he had finally figured out where the never-ending, sleep depriving sound was coming from, he sloppily reached out to his bedside table and let his hands blindly search for his phone in the dark. The unpleasant ringing made his eyes screw up and his face creased into a tired grimace. Drowsiness still clouded his mind and kept him from fully waking up, which was why he had yet to realize who was calling him.

Finally, San somehow managed to accept the call. He held the phone against his ear, still on the natural assumption that it was Jongho waiting for him on the other end of the line. Because really, the only person to ever call him was his beloved brother who at this moment, unbeknownst to San, was fast asleep in the next room.

Tiredly cursing his brother in his mind, he let out a raspy grumble to show his strong discontent of the current situation. Having woken up only moments ago, his protesting groan, which was aimed to sound much steadier and most definitely louder than this, ended in a husky exhale, almost inaudible for the caller. However, the unidentifiable, scratchy sound reached the other end of the line where the listener immediately broke into a bright grin.

"Saniniee, hm so happy you bicked up-p!" A slurry, high-pitched voice excitedly shouted into his ear.

San's eyes flew open. This was not Jongho. Actually, he wasn't sure if he had ever heard that voice before. Instantaneously fully arriving in reality, he slowly became aware of the music blaring in the background of his call. He also noticed chaotic, incomprehensible voices and conversations drowning in the steady rhythm of the bass. One thing was for sure: whoever was on the other end of the line was having a major party.