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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝘾 𝙍 𝙔 𝘽 𝘼 𝘽 𝙔
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! chapter fifteen ─── ʚĭɞ
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"Damn you." Yeori muttered under her breath, as she stepped off of the bus, staring up at the looming building of the hospital she was all too familiar with. It had been a busy day; she had to wake up early for her dance class, had to try and speak sense into both Suho and Seojun (even if the latter didn't necessarily need it, but it convinced her even further not to give him the gloves back), audition for the talent show, and she had walked through the door of her house to find her father waiting with what looked like a care package in his hands.
Apparently, and Yeori hardly knew that her father still talked to her like she did, but Seojun's mom was coming out of hospital soon. And she had called the shop this morning to pass along the message of good news, seeing as she was certain that her son wouldn't. Thus, in his usual spirit of good will, he intended to send her along to deliver it, a note with the three's well-wishes attached. And now, here she was, exhausted, stood before the hospital holding the gifts from her family to another.
