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★ | #03 | stairs "get to class, ms. seong."
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ nicole's radio station is now playing...
motion sickness • phoebe bridgers "was hoping you would let it go, and you did."
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WAKING up late was never uncommon for Seong Haewon, as she spent her nights staying up late reading the latest manhwa she had picked up earlier on in the day upon release.
Her steps were rushed as she jogged up the flight of stairs, backpack hanging off her shoulder as her breaths were heavy, hand holding onto the silver railing to the right of her.
Only, did she come to a pause upon seeing new steps of footsteps appear in front of her, head lifting to come eye to eye with none other than Kim Miyoung, alongside her two friends — Cho Areum and Jeong Eunji.
Her chest heaved up and down, cheeks flushed as she looked at the girl, brows slowly tying into a knot.
“Seong Haewon,” Miyoung began, tilting her head off to the side as a smile spread across her cherry pink lips. “Where are you headed in such a rush?”
Haewon shifted her gaze down, continuing up the stairs as she attempted to walk around the three girls, only for her path to be blocked yet again.
She sighed quietly, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at the girl. “Will you please just let me go, Miyoung? Don't you have better things to do?”
“What better to do than to punish a student for being late, hmm? I'm sure the principal wouldn't mind if I, a faithful classmate, disciplined you a bit for your irresponsibility.” Miyoung pouted, tilting her head.
The girl slowly stepped down the stairs in front of Haewon, causing said girl to back herself down the stairs, hand clasped tightly onto the railing.
“This isn't funny. Just leave me alone.” Haewon breathed out, misstepping and nearly tripping as she walked backwards down the stairs, a squeak leaving her lips at the near accident.
Miyoung laughed, rolling her eyes as she suddenly reached her arm out, hand clasping onto her collar as her eyes narrowed, scanning her white blouse.
“You managed to get the stain out, hmm? I must say, I'm impressed.” Miyoung spoke teasingly, brows raised.
“Let go of me.” Haewon huffed, her right hand reached up to wrap around Miyoung’s wrist, attempting to shake her tight grip on her clothing.
