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persephone ;;
"Hey, Kimchee?" You sigh into the phone before he answers.

"What's up, Persephone?"

"What's the address to your apartment?"

"Why?" He asks, obviously unaware of your visit.

"Well, I just got into town, and I just realized that Umma hasn't made any hotel reservations. So I need to stay at your place," you smirk, looking at your nails.

You hear Kimchee sigh on his end and mutter something before replying with; "Yeah, I have a free room that you could use. How long do you need it for?"

"Mm, at least a week. My vacation is, like, 3 or 4 weeks, so I might stay longer."

"Shit," he huffs.

"W-What's wrong? I can always find someone in town."

"Ah, nothing—uh, nothing's wrong. When you coming over?"

"Half-hour at most, why?" You question.

"Damn it. I don't get off of work for another hour."

"Oh, that's fine. I can look around or something, maybe get dinner. Call you later?"

"Yeah. Bye, Persephone."

"Bye, Kimchee!" You smile before hanging up.

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