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              ❛ And here I was thinking this was going to be a normal day. ❜

　　　　　　　　The current cold winter air made it impossible for anyone to want to stay outdoors unless they wanted to gain a fever, jaehwan being one of the many who loved the beauty of winter, the pure white snow that filled the city buildings, nature and streets. only thing was, the chill is what kept him inside which is why he didn’t understand the reason he agreed to allowing himself to feel like he was becoming a frozen icicle the more the two walked side by side along the street together. hands in the warmth of his pockets, chin and mouth hidden beneath a thick scarf to try protect his face ― however failing as his nose a light shade of pale red, sensitive to the air hitting his features, a deep breath is sucked in from between his teeth and jaehwan tilts his head as he looks at the taller.

　　　　　　　　Brows forming a slight crease between them as he listens to the other speak, ❝hold up, slow down.❞ he interrupts, a small pause as lips part a small gap, reflecting over his words. ❝what happened?❞ 

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she panicked.

it was the middle of the night and she panicked. she was getting chased after, she didn’t know the area too well. but when she turned the corner, the street looked familiar. she read the sign, turning even more familiar routes before she had ended up in front of his door. her heart was skipping beats and her face had obtained little scars from the gang fight. there was too many, so she decided to flee. she was weak. she hated herself for it.

the door-- she just needed to knock. she just needed to ring his doorbell. she needed to--

he opened the door, it looked like he was going to step out. she saw him and there was nothing that spilled out of her mouth besides “chasin’, too much,” and “i can’t.” it was just gibberish. that’s when the tears started. that’s when she couldn’t compose herself anymore and almost lost strength in her knees. he had pulled her in, closing the door behind him while caressing her face to wipe away her tears. it wasn’t like her, and she didn’t want to be like this.

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      hooooooooooooooooooock ------ drip.  

                      taemin’s been passed out for too long, he’s starting to get restless. straddling his friend’s torso, there’s an impressive string of spit being inched closer and closer to an innocent nose.   sluuuuuurp.  back up again. so he’s  definitely  not awake. but that doesn’t make it any better!  a little huff as he sits back, no shame in digging that bony butt against an equally bony tummy.  

      time for a new strategy. a bruised paw is placed either side of a messy head, this wicked little grin pulling on boyish features as he leans down impossibly close. nose to nose, nox takes his deepest breath and with every  inch   of his body, lets out a screech.