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stumbled on a blog by chance and for the first time ever….i’ve been plagiarized??????? 

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stumbled on a blog by chance and for the first time ever….i’ve been plagiarized??????? 

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from here // accepting

that’s something new, he figures, when he opens the window to let in a silly spring breeze. the phone in his hand almost slips out of his grasp and he hears an exclamation of his name slipping through before he catches sight of jisoo and an unnecessary frown she wears to highlight her playful indignation. he smiles through layers of exhaustion when the rising sun peels off at least one layer of fatigue.

the connection is, for all intents and purposes, bad: she appears cracked and most of her words are taken out of context when spoken. it’s a long distance from south korea to the states and for one heartbeat he feels envy nestling in the depths of his heart, reminding him of how much he misses home.

you’re pouring coffee all over the counter.

he catches her eye and grins owlishly, even with the coffee pouring down from the counter and jisoo shaking her head like she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing. so he leans the phone against the coffee machine before starting to wipe up the mess he created. and she’s watching, an impish smile on her face and he wonders, with a quick glance at the time, why she’s still awake.

seriously lee hyunwoo, what would you do without me? she complains playfully while she watches him cleaning up. he stops what he’s doing then and laughs, the sound full and whole and he’s reminded of how much fun she brings.

how was coachella? great. have you ever been? do i look like the type?