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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙊 𝙈 𝘼 𝙉 𝘾 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂
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! chapter one hundred & twenty eight ─── ʚĭɞ
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If she were to be fully honest, Miyeon didn't exactly know how she had gotten through that in such a calm, organised manner. She was surprised that her cheeks hadn't turned red from embarassment, or that she wasn't a stuttering mess.
She couldn't believe that the girl was had locked herself in a toilet stall to calm down was the same girl who had so boldly kissed Han Seojun on the cheek in an empty sciene lab.
The exhilaration wore off slowly as she rested against the blue wall, still able to hear her heart pounding in her ears in the silence. Miyeon had managed to make sense as well - everything that she said was completely logical and made sense.
In the moment that her best friend had told her that the feelings she had for him were shared, she had felt a million fireworks go off in her stomach and so many things rushing through her brain. The most prominent one being the thoughts that had followed him kissing her in the hopsital.
