❝what kind of future would i have, now that you're not here with me?❞
woozi finds himself struggling to continue.
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"jihoon, we're heading out to eat lunch."
i lifted my head up, pushing away the pile of papers that were stuffed on my face. it was soonyoung.
"go on."
i only nodded, not sparing him a glance. he hums, leaving me alone again as i heard the door click echo in the studio.
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"jihoon, i bought you food."
i could hear his footsteps get louder, feeling his presence become more noticeable. soonyoung placed a plastic bag on my table, slightly bending down to see the expression on my face.
"i'll eat it later."
i mumbled, nudging the item he placed on my table. i couldn't afford to waste my time on food when we're here, stuck at the bottom.
working harder is what i should be focusing on.
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"jihoon, i made matching bracelets for the group, here's yours!"
"leave it there."
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"jihoon, i wanna show you my choreo!"
"later."
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"jihoon, you should take a break."
"i can't. i need to be better."
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"jihoon-"
"not now."
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"jihoon."
"soonyoung... just... leave me alone, will you?"
the first few times were bearable. as much as i appreciated his presence, especially how he was the only one to check on me, my emotions couldn't be bottled any more.
