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nine: my muse will call your muse to tell them everything they love about them.
    The ringing on the other line didnât exactly comfort Solbin in anyway possible and when no one picked up, the younger went ballistic. âLee. Taemin. YOU LIL SHIT. HOW COME YOU NEVER ANSWER MY CALLS ANYMORE?â Barking at the screen before throwing the device on her mattress in a raucous manner, there was no doubt that she longed to talk to him since Taemin was really the only person that she could rely on anymore.Â
    Plopping down on her comforter, she sat there for a few seconds under the weight of her own temper before taking the phone back into her hands, dialing her brotherâs number once again, and returning it back to its previous state beside her ear. âIgnore my last message. Sorry. Iâve been under a lot of stressâ Which sounds ridiculous because youâre probably under 10 times as much pressure as I am. I know youâre busy with promotions, but I really miss talking to you. I really love how close weâve gotten in such little time, which really sucks because before, I refused to be in the same room as you. And you respect that, another reason why I love you. I also need to hear you cheering me on because I honestly love that too. I also love how you turn everything humorous afterwards, even though I pretend youâre driving me off the edge... I just really love talking to you, okay, and my members donât like listening to me at all; I think theyâre tired of my voice. Anyway! Call me back whenâŠâ Before her voice could mellow out and she could wish him good luck with promotions, a beep signaled the end of her monologue, which one might wish was taciturn.















