"you know people would like you a lot more if you spoke."
"why do you even care??" she scoffed," you're just like the rest of those ass-"
"sanghyuk," he muttered, "call me sanghyuk, why don't you talk to other people like this?" he looked at her.
"because.... i don't know how." she looked down, ashamed.
"it's not that hard just be confident, assertive and..."
"Loud."
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Inseong sets his jaw, carding a hand through his hair. Sanghyuk stands in front of him with crossed arms, a frown gracing his features. "You really have no fucking idea what you did, do you?"