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𝟏𝟕 ❛ day 3: drunk confession ❜

(Happy belated Birthday 4th Gen's It boy🎂🎉🎁)

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Day 3: Drunk Confession

Sunday, Final day of their trip which most students enjoyed so far. Yeji got discharged in the morning with Yeonjun who slept in the bench in her room last night, currently helping her every millisecond as if she's a 70 year old woman with disabilities, even if she hates it way too much, there's no point of arguing with him knowing he'll just brag about her health and goes on about it forever

Ryujin and Beomgyu who are still avoiding each other with Chaeryeong trying her best to make them interact with each other again even if not knowing the reason behind it. Taehyun on the other hand have gone closer with Yunkyoung from the past days, they hang out quite a lot this time, Chaeryeong who only distract herself by talking to Jaemin instead of being a jealous friend

Soobin and Lia who continuously rambles about Yuna with Kai this morning, the youngster couldn't find the courage to talk with anyone just yet. Kai ran almost miles away through the heavy rain last night just to check if Yuna got in the hotel safely but to his dismay, her roommate, Jisung told him he hasn't seen her since afternoon. The girls seemed to be unsuspecting where Yuna went

"What the— I can't eat all of these!" The cat eyed girl protests with an irresistible pout on her lips, scrutinizing tons of dishes resting on her table, "You can and you will. You don't have a choice either way, it's for your health." Yeonjun fired back with a stern glare, daring her to disobey

She huffed a frustrated sigh before grabbing her wooden chopsticks and ate silently, "You're more infuriating than my brother." She murmured, stabbing the meat with her chopsticks like a fork as if wanting to murder something or rather someone

"You're holding the chopsticks in a very wrong way, Yeji." His deep and guttural voice disrupt the girl's silence, "So? I can do whatever I want." She retorted, clearly pissed

"I don't understand why your refusing to eat this food I made." He whined like a five year old who didn't got his Xbox as his present for Christmas, "I'm not refusing, this is too much for my stomach to handle." She snorted

"Get used to it. I like cooking for you." He grinned from ear to ear, that made her heart pound erratically like there's no tomorrow, "Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?" She blurted out

"What do you mean? I've always been nice to you... Well let's excerpt the first day I met you." He scratched his nape in a old fashioned way, "No, I mean, your much nicer than before." She mumbled