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"Hello! I'm sorry to bother you but I won't take up much of you're time." she said taking off her sunglasses. "I wanted to talk you for protecting my adopted daughter Tsuki. She is young and doesn't know a lot of things so, thank you. You didn't have to do that."

Hyuna knew Jiho wouldn’t be home until late, but it didn’t stop her from staying at his apartment. By now, the two of them practically lived together. Sure, most of her stuff was still at her place, but plenty of it had migrated over in time. She had a key to his place, and he had one to hers. There were few boundaries left.

Though there was one little thing that Hyuna wasn’t so open with him about. It was a dumb thing to keep to herself if she was being honest- but she absolutely loved listening to her boyfriend’s music. It didn’t matter when or where. It didn’t matter who else was around. Her friends who weren’t especially into the genre even had a few favorites from Jiho because they’d heard them so often. And yet Hyuna didn’t listen to his music much when it was just the two of them. It was one thing to be supportive and go to his shows, but it was another to have bought all of his songs and learned the lyrics. She was afraid of coming off as some kind of fan girl or something. She didn’t want Jiho looking at her like that. So she kept that to herself. Well... herself and pretty much anyone that wasn’t Jiho. Hell, even her mom listened to some of his music because of her!

When Babe signed abroad to try his luck and test his skills in a different race, he expected it go according to plan: go there, win everything, get the trophy, then continue in yet another country. It should have been a breeze; he was the King of the Hallows, after all, the best in his own country, so assuming he will be the best in any country wasn't so egoistic, was it? Well, as Babe sat in his race car – an interesting combination of black and neon green, instead of the white and blue of X-Hunter that he was used to –, using all of his skills, every trick he had up his sleeve, and still crossing the finish line seconds too late, he had to accept that it may actually have been egoistic to think he would win easily.

Bora had fallen asleep at her desk because she had stayed up super late trying to finish the custom suit she was making for a wedding. Softly mumbling in her sleep from her dreams and had her head on her desk.