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★ | #33 | ice cream parlor "surprise me."
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ nicole's radio station is now playing...
no other heart • mac demarco "is it true? you've been feeling sort of low these days."
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TRUDGING down the stairs on a Sunday morning, the house was quiet, nothing but the faint sound of the faucet running and dishes clinking together.
Her footsteps were light, socked feet padding against the flooring as she carried herself in the kitchen, where she discovered her father at the dining table, reading the newspaper.
And, her mother, washing a used mug she had drank hot coffee out of only an hour prior.
"Morning." Haewon muttered, as Mrs. Seong glanced up, both surprised to see her up so early and downstairs, well aware of her father's presence.
As usually, Haewon would hide away in her bedroom upon his presence in the home. That, or she'd sneak away, leaving the house to escape the tension that lingered, wrapping around each of them.
"Good morning, Haewon." Mrs. Seong gave the teen a gentle smile, a nod of both approval and acknowledgement sent her way.
The girl hummed softly in return, eyes flickering to her father, who seemed unbothered as he didn't utter a word, focused on the newspaper held in his hands as he sipped at his coffee.
"Can I get you anything to eat?" Her mother asked, turning the kitchen faucet off as she dried her hands on a small hand towel as Haewon shook her head.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry right now." The girl replied, a tight lipped smile settled onto her face.
"Alright, hon. Just let me know if I can do anything for you." The woman added, patting the younger on the shoulder as she brushed past her.
Haewon nodded, acknowledging her mother's words as she leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over her chest as her lips remained tucked into a thin line.
"Is Heeseung still coming over for dinner tonight?" Mrs. Seong called out, as she stood by the coffee table in the living room, tidying up a bit.
"Yes. His parents said it was alright." Haewon let out after a small breath was inhaled, as she watched from the corner of her eye as her father's head lifted.
The newspaper he carried was lowered in his hold before colliding against the tabletop, laying across it in front of him.
"Somebody's coming over tonight?" Mr. Seong spoke, a deep voice filling the silence as Mrs. Seong walked back into the room, nodding her head.
