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That must be the last of them.　Supply of tightly-packed boxes have moved through strong arms,　from a rented moving van all the way up to newly stocked apartment.　One on top of the next,　towering up to the ceiling and secured with garish pink packing tape.　It’s work well done,　if you don’t count the momentous effort necessary to unearth the contents still stowed within.　For now,　Dae-ho flops down onto the sofa,　dragging a clammy palm up through sweat-raked strands.　He’s a damn fool for not tying his hair up today.　With the emittance of a loud sigh past his chapped lips,　he leans forward,　tugging his bag across the floor until he may fish around inside and retrieve his water bottle.　Solid in its heft,　with a juvenile tiger pattern across the body.　He takes a long,　drawn-out swig of water,　then wipes his mouth dry on the back of his hand,　scrunching up his nose and shifting his eyes from tower of boxes onto Cat.　❛❛  Do I at least get to help you unpack and decorate?　Or am I stuck on pack mule duty?  ❜❜

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                     “  what i am usually thinking?  ”   dylan called out to her,  the pair sprinting down the long corridor.  the building began to rattle,  ground shook beneath their feet.  he may have messed up.  “  olivia!  ”  worry crashing over him like waves,  fingers taking hold of her wrist,  pulling her alongside of him.  “  we’re almost to the railing.   i am going to jump over,  and then i need you to trust me to catch you,  ”  it was almost an order,  but they needed to get out of here,  quickly.  there was no time for them to waste.  “  why did one direction piss him off this bad?!   ”   the irony of night changes still playing faintly in the background.  we’re only getting older,  baby,  and i’ve been thinking about it lately.  does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?   letting go of the younger’s arm,  dylan spirits towards the railing at full speed,  leaping right over it.  he had never been a track star.  of course he didn’t land it!   instead,  he practically belly flopped on marble flooring.  despite the air being knocked out of him,  he manages to flip onto his back,  wheezing out a laboured breath.  “ jump, jump, jump!  ”  the words coming out soft and wheezy.  there’s no way she’d hear him like that.  “ liv—     jump,  jump,   jump!  ”   he croaked out,   arms wide open,   prepared to catch her.  would this act knock the air out of him again? probably,  yeah.

oh yes, please give elena all the girlies always!!