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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙊 𝙈 𝘼 𝙉 𝘾 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂
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! chapter eighty-one ─── ʚĭɞ
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It was awkward. Miyeon sat in front of her father, ankles crossed and palms resting in her lap. Sangwon was sat behind his desk, sitting up almost completely straight, leaning forward to have his hands on the desk.
He had greeted her with a hesitant vigour, looking as if he wanted to hug her but didn't, instead rather awkwardly shaking her hand and guiding her over to her designated seat with a hand hovering over her shoulder.
Barely anything had been said since their greeting, and it seemed that Sangwon was waiting for his daughter to initiate conversation. She had proclaimed, on his attempt to hug her, that she was there for a certain reason - the thing that Mr Hwang was waiting to find out.
"I've almost fully moved out." Miyeon began slowly, her words calculated. "When I first left that house and up until now, I've been staying with a friend. But after the length of time I've been staying with them, I no longer feel comfortable there and feel as if I am imposing."
