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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙀 𝙈 𝙀 𝘿 𝙔
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! chapter twenty-four ─── ʚĭɞ
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Miyeon wasn't the type to blurt things out.
Drunk Miyeon was, even if she wasn't technically 'blurting' them out. She would weave them into sentences, hide feelings behind words and leave people questioning whether she really meant them or not.
Seojun had known Miyeon for years. Since middle school, through high school and now as trainees together, walking through debut. It wasn't something they often thought about, but Miyeon was the person who knew him the best, and he was the person who knew her in ways that she didn't even realise.
They were best friends, each others closest friends. Closer to each other than their group mates, even closer to each other than with their families, especially in the state they were now.
He had guided her from the kitchen up to her bed, pulling open the door and barely paying any attention to the insides, focus on the bed as he set her down on it - Seojun had ended up carrying Miyeon up the stairs after several failed attempts and claims on her behalf that she didn't need help with it.
