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after a year of joining, haeun was already accustomed to korea and the company.
she had already met chan and two of his close friends: jisung and changbin.
they were all she had and needed. in fact, she felt it was better this way incase either of them ever parted ways with her. she felt it would hurt less.
and the three boys thought it was cute how this tiny fourteen year old would follow them around, in a non-annoying way, of course.
they invited her everywhere and her presence became an automatic routine. however, she did tend to fall back when she caught herself being a burden.
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while walking down her school hallways, haeun couldn't help but wince as students shoved their ways through the schools exit.
sooner or later she was out and sighed as she prepared herself for the rest of the day.
"haeunieee!" a loud voice boomed which resulted in the girl to flinch.
she smiled at changbin who stood with jisung and waved very energetically. her feet picked up the pace while she opened her arms out.
before changbin could run and embrace her, jisung beat him to it with a shove.
as they met, the boy lifted hana of the ground and twirled themselves around while she laughed.
a pouting changbin walked to them before whining.
"yAH- she was obviously coming my way!"
jisung received a light but firm smack on his shoulder but still stuck out his tongue.
"i'm sorry that i'm her favorite.." he gloated while reaching for haeun's backpack that laid on her shoulder.
he slipped it off and instead carried it himself while his own bag laid on his back. his hand held her smaller one in a soft grip as he gently pulled the female to walk away.
the girl couldn't help but look away to brush off the heat she felt growing on her face.
"haeun, please tell him that he's wrong and that you have no favorite." changbin said, speeding up to the two.
"i don't have a favorite." she responded slowly while skipping over the lines on the sidewalk.
"..but if you had to pick, who would you choose?" the boy holding her hand asked as he swung her arm back and forth.
