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[ ! ] // As far as I’m concerned, I’m losing grasp of my muse again, and I’m quite unsure of how to play him after a year of disappearing and straying away from Xero. 

Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

&—status: not accepting after this.

  Appalled by how disheveled his room became, Xero exhaled through his nose, hands pressed upon his lips. “I told them to clean this, and all they do, is eat, eat, eat..” came the strangled complaint gurgling down on his throat. Xero knew he had to pickup his own slack, and the other member’s too, so without any other choice, he slipped some rubber gloves on and a cleaning apron. His foot swept a few crumpled papers up to the corner, unsure of where to start. “You know what?!” he bellowed, calling upon the youngest member to do the chore he had been contemplating on doing, and much to his hastiness, Xero had unknowingly thrown away something he had kept to himself: a small memorabilia of the days where he hadn’t had to ask his roommate to keep the place clean.. a note he had long left for the girl he once lived with, its adhesive now gone after being tacked off from the refrigerator.

                        “naeun, leaving for practice, to do list:

                         1) groceries                         2) do my bed lol

Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

  Xero could only bear running empty with a unsatiated appetite. Dashing off to the lounging area before it was his turn to MC, he thankfully spotted a stainless fridge, standing tall in the corner with all its possibly delicious contents. With a hand tightly clutching his stomach, he pulled the door open, its cool air pouring out, an aroma pervading the room’s vicinity. Much to Xero’s disappointment, there were only fruits and chestnuts available.. and some Italian pasta packed inside a black lunchbox. The male reached out to it, eyes falling upon a green sticky note labeled “SHINee’s Key, please don’t eat”. 

  Heaving an apologetic sigh, Xero searched the place, landing himself with a ballpen, its blue ink now written with across the squared paper. 

Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

  “..Why the heck is this house so spacey?” he uttered to himself, Xero guided himself, touring the well-furnished area. Whether he was just taken in, or he abruptly intruded whilst intoxicated from last night’s clubbing, he wasn’t sure. To at least show gratitude, he neatly printed in a few words on the neon-coloured paper, its medium a dark marker. Moments after he slapped the note, he sauntered around the place before taking off; quite bijou, if he was asked, 

                         “who the heck drinks good soju these days?                          i don’t know how i got here, but i thank god                          that my organs are still intact. by the way, i                          snatched a few snacks before i left. teaches                           you not to let strangers in.

■ ENTRY TYPE: [ Video ] ✈ LOCATION:  008-5, Doksan 1-dong, Geumcheon-gu, Seoul, Korea

#bangbangbang  😎

[iN] suddenly barging in like this, you disturbed my nap, dear hoobae.

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