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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙀 𝙈 𝙀 𝘿 𝙔
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! chapter twenty-two ─── ʚĭɞ
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Whether it was pure exhaustion from the busy day and late night added together or something else completely, Miyeon felt as if she was walking on air.
No - not just walking, dancing. Each step felt like the ground beneath it was made of the fluffy clouds imprinted on Eunsang's mouse pad. A warm feeling had settled in her stomach, thoughts a little fuzzy.
The day had gone by quickly, lunch skipped accidentally through hours slaving away at Eunsang's computer, the owner disappearing for short bursts of time before glancing over her shoulder to see her process.
A knock on the door hadn't drawn her from her concentration-induced trance, but it had alerted Aeja, who had gently pried her away from the screen and handed her off to Mr Seo; she had had a vocal session assigned for earlier that morning, however because of the meeting with Heekyung and Miss Kang it had been re-adjusted to a later time. It was now that later time.
